He's not doing well. His wife has now asked that visitors be limited to family.
I do want to share an anecdote from yesterday that was pretty darned special, and one I think y'all would enjoy:
I had the good fortune of being in the same golf cart for four hours with Brad Brownell during his annual media golf outing.
Brownell is a really good guy, as down to earth as they come in an increasingly paranoid, ego-driven, cardboard-personality profession.
At some point Ken Burger's name came up, and I can't remember the context. I thought Brownell might like hearing some stories about Ken. Brownell had heard the name before, but he didn't get to Clemson early enough to be around Burger.
I chose one particular story not just because it was hilarious, but because it showcased a quality that not only columnists but every human should possess: the ability to poke fun at yourself.
Once upon a time, Ken said: "What do Ken Burger and the Celtics have in common? Three rings in the 80s."
Brownell absolutely erupted as he sat in the driver's seat of the cart. I mean, I thought he was going to tumble out of the thing he was laughing and convulsing so heavily. I also told him about the famous lead paragraph: "I love women. I love basketball. But I hate women's basketball." More heavy laughter.
It was just an awesome moment, being able to share Ken's greatness with someone who did not know him.
A few seconds later, I stood at the tee of a long Par-5 and pulled off the extremely rare feat of striping my drive right down the middle. The foursome was in agreement that the spirit of Ken was with me on that swing.
I do want to share an anecdote from yesterday that was pretty darned special, and one I think y'all would enjoy:
I had the good fortune of being in the same golf cart for four hours with Brad Brownell during his annual media golf outing.
Brownell is a really good guy, as down to earth as they come in an increasingly paranoid, ego-driven, cardboard-personality profession.
At some point Ken Burger's name came up, and I can't remember the context. I thought Brownell might like hearing some stories about Ken. Brownell had heard the name before, but he didn't get to Clemson early enough to be around Burger.
I chose one particular story not just because it was hilarious, but because it showcased a quality that not only columnists but every human should possess: the ability to poke fun at yourself.
Once upon a time, Ken said: "What do Ken Burger and the Celtics have in common? Three rings in the 80s."
Brownell absolutely erupted as he sat in the driver's seat of the cart. I mean, I thought he was going to tumble out of the thing he was laughing and convulsing so heavily. I also told him about the famous lead paragraph: "I love women. I love basketball. But I hate women's basketball." More heavy laughter.
It was just an awesome moment, being able to share Ken's greatness with someone who did not know him.
A few seconds later, I stood at the tee of a long Par-5 and pulled off the extremely rare feat of striping my drive right down the middle. The foursome was in agreement that the spirit of Ken was with me on that swing.
