I found this of interest in the morning paper. It was an article about Clemson football and their big game tonight with Boston College. It spoke of seniors and their last home game and the journey they had. Linebacker Nick Watkins, shaking his signature locks, they reported, was focused upon:
“Watkins readily admits to a distain for the disruption education causes for a college football player, yet there’s a sense of pride in the fact that he survived the system and could walk away with a diploma in spite of himself.”
Disruption? Ok. So here’s a guy thats been a fine member of the Clemson football team (aka: the tigers). He’s done his job well from what I understand and will certainly look back on his college career with fondness. However, he hasn’t thought much of what he’s really gained during his time at the institution. One would say “why is youth wasted on the young” or “if I knew then what I know now”. Poor Nick.
I heard a guy on the radio say once “It’s hard to sell life insurance with a spider tattooed on your face”. I guess that about sums it up but I’m still sorry his learning something interfered with football. I hope he gets over it.
(P.S. Clemson just lost in dramatic fashion. Time to hit the books, Nick.)
2 comments:
I understand Nick's comment. I mean, think how much better his college football career could have been if he didn't have the burden of college life. It's like the old saying "War is Hell" which was softened-up from the original translation of "War is College". These are the worst years of most peoples lives. Add to it the guilt of being a campus celebrity and having your tuition and expenses fully paid for while you become groomed to be a millionaire NFL player... it sucks. The lucky high school football stars that dodge this bullet can't imagine how lucky they tuely are. So, I thank Nick, for the huge sacrifice he's made for the fans of Clemson football.
The sad thing is, after his career ending injury knocks him out of the NFL, provided he makes the NFL, he'll be running a dish-washing machine at his uncle's barbeque house, and we'll be the ones remembering how stupid he was to think that, not him.
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