But, back to the game. We're tied going into the 4th quarter, and then the wheels just fall off. At the final whistle we've lost by 30. I still wonder how it all happened. Probably one of the most embarrassing moments in the history of the gold and black, we didn't play bulldog football. As a player, and hopefully future coach, I want to erase this game from my memory, but for some reason I can't. Maybe its because I own the only copy of game film that was made (which I only pull out when the Jimster isn't at home, like now when he's on the way to Wofford for a football convention), or maybe its because of the friendships I've made on that football team and how I don't want to lose a second of those memories. Whatever it is, I think the North Charleston game will haunt me for quite a while.
Watching this film reminds me that I've cried three times in the past two years. Once after the North Charleston game my Junior year, knowing I would never suit up to play ball with the guys I had grown to love. Then again at the Marlboro County playoff game my sophomore year, for the same reason as the North Charleston game. And then at the last game of the regular season my Sophomore year, because I knew Callie would never cheer at Zemp again.
Praise be to the LORD God, the God of Israel, who alone does marvelous deeds. Praise be to his glorious name forever; may the whole earth be filled with his glory. Amen and Amen. Psalm 72:18-19

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