HOPE

I wish South Carolina beating Clemson didn’t matter to me.

The Gamecocks thrashed the Tigers 34-17 in the annual college football rivalry. The game played out just as I always imagine it will. I mean, it’s never actually happened like I want it to. But Saturday...it did. Like magic. I couldn’t have written a more satisfying script.

I really only have one team, and one sport I follow. Carolina. Football. And every fall I collect facts to create this incredible narrative in my head...a holy crusade...my lowly Gamecocks winning the national championship. And as weeks unwind and games are won and (gasp!) lost...the story adapts...fixes itself.

There’s always a happy ending lock-set on the horizon.

This is, ultimately, how many of us live our lives. The unfolding narrative is a hopeful one—a story that ends happily for us and everyone we love.