The Everly Brothers of Kingstree (Cabbage William-son and Sam Floyd) are going to a season opener between the Dilapidated Rooster and the Wolf Pack of NC State. I hope Sheriff Kelvin Washington has warned law enforcement in Raleigh that the Kingstree Mafia will be in town. Both are leaving their love slaves at home. Princess Di says she’s glad to be rid of Cabbage for a while. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week with a Williamson is punishment above and beyond the call of duty.
Sam is a newlywed. He will have to buy $50 worth of duct tape to heal Tammy’s broken heart when he returns. This will be their first night alone since their honeymoon. And Sam Floyd is giving up this to see a chicken kicking.  
Cabbage is used to it. He’s been to more chicken funerals than Col. Sanders. I hope these two are ambassadors of good will while visiting the Tar Hill State. Remember everything you do reflects on the royal town. I hope Cabbage doesn’t put peanuts in the Crown Royal and when you eat out, remember which fork to use when you are eating potato chips. Remember when the waitress brings the bill, don’t have a hissy and tell her lady do you know how much grits I can get for $5 at the Huddle House in Kingstree. Of course, having the Perry Mason of Sandy Bay along should keep Cabbage out of jail. If Cabbage robs a bank, I’m sure Sam can have the charges reduced to Jay Walking. Go Wolf Pack!
Nuts off the King’s Tree
It’s Saturday, the first day of August. Cow pastures that are empty 40 weeks a year are alive with the sound of leather colliding with leather. Young men in Kingstree, Hemingway, Greeleyville, wearing leather armour who fight the heat and humidity of August to play 48 minutes under Friday night lights. Five weeks from now the Tigers and Chickens will start their search for the pot of gold. They always seek but never find at the end of the rainbow, but that was last year. This year will be different. Hope runs eternal. That’s why we get up in the mornings. Wait till next year, but tomorrow never comes. The gospel bird enjoys an honored place at every table, every buffet in the county. But Gamecock fans don’t want chicken that tastes good, they want chickens that play good! Chuck saw something on the Internet that describes Carolina football better than I can, “Carolina fans have the arrogance of Alabama fans and they trophy case of Vanderbilt. Go Tigers!