Down with Ron, Up with Stephen
So that’s that, right? At this point, everyone is in one of two camps: You are either 1) with the HBC and against all things Morris, or 2) you subscribe to The State, or support its advertisers, or click on a link to an online State article, or even walk past any State newspaper stand without immediately doing this (ITS A JOKE, SON).
No, let me retreat from the realm of rhetoric and hyperbole, and instead get back to solid, concrete facts, devoid of emotion. Let me state one irrefutable truth we can all agree on:
There, now that’s outta the way. Let’s talk about someone we aren’t so happy to dismiss:
Stephen Freaking Achilles Garcia.
I’m gonna miss him. I hate that his solid career ended this way. I’m gonna miss his resilience, his tenacity, his unflinching courage on the football field. I’m gonna miss those occasional flashes of gridiron brilliance, and I’ll even miss (a little) those other flashes of football idiocy.
He reminded me of me in that he could screw up a sunny day sometimes. I think he reminded us of all of us. He was the itch you couldn’t scratch, the dream you couldn’t reach. Our collective but not-as-of-yet-consummated wholeness incarnate.
A lot of weak-limbed pundits will now take to the airwaves, the interwebs, and the water coolers to sing deviant songs of bitter joy about his demise.
Don’t join in with that cranky chorus.
Instead wish the best for ol’ #5. Wish him the best, and have a sincere hope that his future includes many more days where he is as bright as the sun. More days, on other types of fields perhaps, where he is like this:
To Stephen: Thanks for everything. Most of us recognize that all your supposed foibles were just regular college guy nonsense, but you insisted on being a regular college guy while playing on the biggest stage in amateur athletics, SEC football. No surprise it didn’t work out well in the end, is it?
Regardless, now that its all over, get straightened out, and go give ‘em hell in whatever you do.