Justin Clayton is an everyday guy. Standard height. Very nice. Hardworking. Unassumingly funny. Fantastic friend.
…So there I was in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, with the Birmingham Ski Club trying not to look like the world’s most Southern-fried tourist.
When it comes to college conference realignment, I have ideas. Lots of them.
There will have been a total of 40 bowl games played when this college football season concludes. Forty. That means 80 teams needed to be bowl eligible.
My friends and I sat in the stands of Sanford Stadium on the campus of the University of Georgia on a wet, dreary day last October. It had rained all day. Hard and consistently. Noah’s Ark hard. Forrest Gump consistent.
I have always wanted to take one gigantic risk that many people consider borderline suicidal: skydiving.
At the risk of sounding like a cliché country song lyric, our lil’ ole state has given me a lot to be proud of recently. Well, sports-wise anyway.
And all through the house, everyone made predictions—even the mouse.
Tales from a real-deal recruiter: Travis Reier of Bamaonline.
“Just imagine it’s a pond full of dimes!” That’s what my father told me one late February morning as I waded through a murky, muddy water hazard at Willow Point Golf Club.
Many moons ago, my parents and their friends used to be hooked on (what was then) a TV board game called Trivial Pursuit.