Blame Cannada

I’m gonna go ahead and say you should probably skip my column this week.

What’s coming is something nobody wanted or asked for.

I’m grateful for those who read each week. Truly. It means everything to me. Please come back again sometime soon.

Greer has the interesting problem of being the place that everybody wants to live and work, but nobody wants to claim.

I’ve noticed this, having spent more than a decade of my life here.

By Norman Cannada
For The Greer Citizen

I’ve never really celebrated Halloween.

Not because I have some religious opposition to it or I’m somewhat of a curmudgeon, but because this holiday doesn’t make much sense.

We’ve come to accept that on the last day of October, we dress up in funny costumes, eat candy and celebrate fear.

Some would argue boycotts and protests have no place in sports, but I’m about to suggest otherwise.

There is a egregious sin that is being committed, and we fans can no longer sit idly by and allow it to continue.

We must stand together, join forces and push back against the powers that be.

I’m not saying everyone gets their 15 minutes of fame. You might not be so lucky.

Some of us, however, become famous overnight.

You guys probably already heard, but I was recently pictured on the giant Jumbotron at Truist Park in Atlanta with my 2-year-old daughter.

My firstborn will be four this week, and she wants money for her birthday.

Not Paw Patrol toys. Not candy or ice cream.

She wants “green money.”

Penny has been obsessed with coins since she learned she can redeem them for useless junk at the entrance to Ingles.

It doesn’t matter what comes out of that machine.

I remember being on the sidelines in 2014 when Emmanuel Jackson scored the game winning points for Riverside, topping Boiling Springs.

I was standing next to Greg Miller, who was the basketball coach at the time. The crowd was on edge, but there was a sudden roar when Ryan Cerino found Jackson on the short route.