The Spy | Dum Spiro Spero
I’ve never been one to believe in hope. To me, it’s an illogical pastime, an emotional opiate. Someone has referred to hope as “when desire meets expectations.”
But, last night, I subscribed to hope. As my beloved Gamecocks slugged and slogged their way through Game 2 of the College World Series Championship against UCLA, my desires went looking for my expectations.