If you're a Gamecock fan, the name Erik Kimrey brings to mind one thing and one thing only: The Fade.
For a snakebit program that saw its one shot at everlasting glory snuffed out by, of all the possible villians in college football, the Midshipmen of Navy for crying out loud, our grand memories revolve around what other programs may scoff at.
In this case, it is the David-versus-Goliath-like tale of a walk-on QB, getting up off the bench and marching out onto the field against a top-25 football program, for one play, on 4th down, and throwing a perfect pass to win the game, inspire hope in thousands and cement his own legacy in immortality with the utterance of one phrase: "I can throw the fade, Coach."
Do we care learning now, thanks to a great article by David Cloninger, that Kimrey never actually said those exact words? Hell no. Some memories and stories are just too damn good to let facts get in the way. Personally, we're just glad to see Kimrey didn't become a raging alcoholic, because there is no way the man would have had to pay for a single drink in Columbia after that throw.
I am a bold figure, often seen powerwalking and crushing cans. I have been known to rock a microphone. I translate American Idol for enemy noncombatants. I routinely manage to infurriate DC Metro service personel. I woo women with my impressive name-dropping and my astounding ability at butterbean shelling.
When I'm bored, I take a case of wine over to my friend's house and get introduced to all the Puerto Rican girls who are dying to meet me.
I am a logical negativist who has propounded a set of laws that the world ignores, to its detriment.
I am an expert in Post-Civil War Reconstruction, a veteran of Greenwood Baseball, and an outlaw in Murrell's Inlet.
I once built a perpetual motion machine with Steve Roberts. I make homemade Sprite. I have been and remain on double secret probation.
The Russians call me "Vilnius Nastavic," because I require but one ping. I used to handle black ops for the United States Postal Service. I helped open Dog One and have doctored flight logs for rising 5-star colonels.
I have driven from Texarkana to Atlanta in 28 hours. I had no fatalities during my brief career on the safety patrol.