The news: Golson’s gone. I, for one, am going to miss him. I don’t know that we’ve had a more fatally-flawed young man under center than Everett Golson, but he’s gone now. And he played the piano.
In the age of tweets and pins and all sorts of false insights into the minds of the young men upon whom we pin our Saturday hopes, I thought we’d have an inkling that his heart, or mind, had changed. Coach Kelly certainly didn’t, or he didn’t tell us, and somehow I think he should have, I wanted him to, anyway, in the way you want your college roommate to look at you and sort of shake his head and make those eyes when he tells you she didn’t call. Even when he adds, “yet.” Because he knows she’s not going to call. And you know it, too.
Everett is everything. Everything that’s right about college sports. And Notre Dame. He’s a story about forgiveness. And of renewal. He could have left after he was kicked out. He didn’t. He came back. For the degree. He didn’t come back to compete for a starting job, apparently. Burn it down.
https://youtu.be/tJiwV6s7IAo
He was one hell of something, though, wasn’t he? I mean, it hurts now. I think it does. Remember Oklahoma? Michign State? Remember… it hurts a lot.
Remember?
Remember?
Remember.
Thanks, Everett.
The booze: Bleach? Lighter fluid? No. That would show a massive lack of confidence in Malik Zaire. No. The drink this weekend is something with which we we toast all graduates: champagne. It’s also good for Mother’s Day.
Or, have a tonic and gin.
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