Tragedy on the Clover Fields

What happened to the Clover Eagles last night?? I was so looking forward to an Eagle triumph over the Northwestern Trojans. Considering that my Eagle daughter dates a Northwestern Trojan (you know what they say about those mixed relationships . . . ), and considering a certan NW Trojan has run his mouth all year since the LAST time the Trojans trounced the Blue Eagles, and considering the Blue Eagles stomped all over South Pointe who stomped all over the Trojans this year, I just KNEW it would be the time when the Blue would win the glory.

During the first three quarters, it looked as if my hopes and predictions were right on. Clover led Northwestern by a couple of touchdowns, even though both teams looked very good on the field. The Northwestern fans were a small but fiesty bunch, and of course the Clover stand was packed. We tried to help our boys out on defense by making all sorts of noise, stomping on the stands, ringing cowbells (it IS Clover, after all), blowing horns, and generally raising a ruckus.

I was sitting next to Tom and Joy, who have to be the most superstitious football fans I've ever met. A few years ago, Tom was out mowing the grass while his beloved Clemson Tigers played ball. Tom was listening to the game on the radio, and the Tigers were winning. He finished his yard, but would not get off the mower until the game was over, because he figured if the Tigers were winning, he had to keep doing whatever he was doing, or the tide would turn. So he mowed his own yard twice and started on the neighbors'.

Last night, Joy had gone down to the concession stand to buy some boiled peanuts, and while she was gone, Clover blocked a Northwestern punt, recovered the ball, and ran for a touchdown. Therefore, Joy concluded that to cause another Clover hullabaloo, she'd have to get more peanuts. We ate a lot of peanuts last night.

Finally, by fourth quarter, we just couldn't eat any more peanuts, and tragedy struck. Clover fumbled a snap, the Trojans recovered and tied the score. Then the referees got in on the fun, joined Northwestern's efforts, and things started to fall apart. Final score, 38-31, Northwestern.

That's all I'm gonna say about that.

Next time, we need to buy more peanuts.

This blog was written by Jan, who works with David, The Lake Wylie Man. The view of the author do not reflect upon the good name of The Lake Wylie Man, who is a respected real estate agent in Lake Wylie. David specializes in waterfront Lake Wylie real estate, and you can read more blogs by David and Jan, plus search properties on his website. He can help you with waterfront real estate in the outstanding Clover school district, as well as those other school districts. Even Northwestern.

The Mysterious Lake Wylie Coyote

Around the Allison Creek Peninsula this summer, the big hub-bub was all about the mysterious Coyote/fox critter that suddenly appeared. Actually, I think there were several.

Some described a beast that had the head of a werewolf, was larger than a fox, and had a pom pom on its tail.

Others described a small skinny creature, pom pom tail, with no apparent fear of humans. It did seem to be quite hungry, and enjoyed fresh fruit and vegetables. Several of us Googled, and identified the animal as either a coyote or a Sampson fox. Perhaps it was a mix of breeds, a Foxote.

As I eagerly awaited my first homegrown tomato, ripening on the vine, you can imagine my disappointment when the almost ripe fruit just vanished one morning. I accused my wife, then my neighbor, of absconding with the tomato. A couple of weeks later, I witnessed the Foxote munching on some apples that had fallen out of one of my trees. Then, I saw it stretching on its hind legs, upright, eating figs off of my neighbor's tree. The tomato mystery was solved.

Even after all that eating, the Foxote was still skinny. It would trot through our yards, in broad daylight, and then disappear into the woods. Around the first of September, the creature disappeared as suddenly as he appeared. There have been no recent sightings. Of course, the tomatoes are long gone.

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