P.O. Box 668
Saluda, SC 29138
Phone 864 445-2527
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BY RALPH SHEALY
This football season, I saw Saluda High lose two football games in the last few seconds; saw on video Carolina blow three 14-point fourth quarter leads to turn a 10-3 season into a 7-6 season; and Sunday I partially viewed Green Bay blow a 19-7 fourth quarter lead and lose in overtime.
It all goes to prove, no matter if you’re a bunch of teenagers, or millionaire pros, you can still squander a fourth quarter lead.
I said I partially viewed the Green Bay debacle. I went into the kitchen to eat supper, while Green Bay was winning 19-7. Normally, I would turn on the TV in the kitchen, but I didn’t think there was any need, because of the blowout.
I was still microwaving when I heard a big roar in the den. I checked it out to see. Seattle had scored. I still didn’t turn on the TV.
As I finished supper, I heard another tremendous roar and went into the den to see Seattle had taken the lead.
Apparently, a Green Bay player from Newberry College fumbled the onside kick and Seattle recovered and went on to score.
Many on social media were blaming Brandon Bostick, but that onside kick did not beat Green Bay.
The Packers lost when Russell Wilson threw up a dying duck prayer pass on the two-point conversion and the Packers allowed the Seattle receiver to catch the ball.
That never should have happened. That pass was in the air so long, the entire Green Bay defense had the time to get over and knock the pass down. They didn’t do it.
Green Bay looked just like Saluda and Carolina in that clutch moment.
Green Bay also lost the game by going for field goals near the goal line in the first half.
Seattle, outclassed for most of the game, won in overtime. While Carolina blew three games, the Gamecocks beat Florida in overtime, by getting two kicking game turnovers late.
That’s football, folks.
Anybody who has played sports has had those moments where you did something stupid, or got lost in the moment ... and did something stupid.
I’ve had my moments.
The worst was when I got picked off third base in a SHS baseball game.
It was at that point, that I really wanted to die, really. I did not want to walk back into the dugout, and certainly didn’t want to see Coach Ray Reames.
In my adult years, I was running the bases in a church-league softball game, and when I got to third I couldn’t stop. I was out by ten feet at home.
Ever heard of a “snowbird” in basketball?
That’s when you’re all alone on a fastbreak and you go up for an easy lay-up.
Sometimes the lay-up is missed. Been there, done that. That’s another of those “wish I would die” moments. There were a lot more witnesses to that embarrassment.
Finally, I can’t even count how many three foot puts I’ve missed.
Let he who is without sports’ stupidity, cast the first barb.
I was expecting the New England-Indianapolis game to be as close as Green Bay and Seattle. Turned out to be a Patriot blowout. Apprently, New England won because of deflated footballs. Huh?
“I found a penny today
Just laying on the ground.
But, it’s not just a penny
This little coin I have found,
Found pennies come from heaven
That’s what Grandpa told me,
He said Angels toss them down
Oh, how I loved that story.
He said when an Angel misses you
They toss a penny down,
Sometimes just to cheer you up
To make a smile out of a frown.
So, don’t pass by that penny
When you’re feeling blue,
It may be a penny from heaven
That an Angel tossed to you.”
The poem above sits framed on the front counter at the Standard-Sentinel office and was given to us by Mrs. Mae Salter.
Mrs. Mae got us to print her the poem cards, and she would frame them, attach a penny, and give them to friends.
My sister Dibbie Shealy is a firm believer in the “Pennies from Heaven.” She thinks they are messages from our late father Shake, and has found them in remarkable places, like in the pocket of the car she was thinking of buying, or under a hospital bed occupied by her son, Morgan.
I, too, have become a believer, and have found pennies where they should not be, like the bright shiny penny I found in my shower when I was particulary down about our economic situation.
Mrs. Mae died Saturday, and that makes the framed poem so much more special. I printed a lot cards for Mrs. Mae, so she touched many people when she passed them out. I’m sure the next penny we all see, we’ll think fondly of her.
You were a great lady, Mrs. Mae.
D.S. Cone, Jr, was a Ridge Spring legend.
He was WWII hero, a fighter pilot with the Flying Tigers, who flew 23 combat missions,
When he returend to Ridge Spring he was cotton broker, and farmer.He was charter member of Ridge Spring Fire Department, and a founding member and first Commander of American Legion Post 133.
At Ridge Spring Baptist Church he was the Sunday School Director at for over 50 years. He was the Saluda County Farm-City Citizen of the Year in 2011 along with his wife of 64 years Betty Ann,who has also done so much in the Ridge community.
Mr. D.S. died Sunday at the age of 96, and touched many lives along the way.
Gloria Givens Hood was a classmate of my mother’s in the Saluda High School Class of 1949, and the sister of the late Piggly Wiggly owner Lewis Givens.
She moved away when she married Joe Hood, but she and Joe would come back to Saluda often to socialize with her classmates and friends. My parents enjoyed the get togethers with the Hoods on the golf course and at other events. Joe fit right in to that “crazy” Saluda crowd.
A few years after Joe died, she moved back to Saluda and moved in with her older sister Margaret Jennnings.
I would see Gloria every Wednesday morning when I took papers to the Saluda Senior Center, and would often she her son John bringing her there.
I was shockked to hear she had gotten sick and died. Her sister Margaret died just a few months ago at the age of 99.
Mae Salter, D.S.Cone Jr. and Gloria Hood will be greatly missed.
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