A good friend of mine was great enough to tell me his “SPARTANBURG FOOTBALL STORY”,Is what I’ve now come to associate with #THEVIKINGWAY. It’s the way us as fans get to be a part of something we love.I mean ,I hear those people cussing when they want SHS to throw more or run more,should call “this or that”,win or lose they remain…They remain because of the love it.You can be a former player,a child born into,a fan in any way you want.But us,to be however small of a part of #THEVIKINGWAY …means the love is reciprocated. I wish I knew every fans story.But this SUPERFAN..Danny aka VICTORY 6 on local message boards like Palmetto Football Talk,was kind enough to share his. I hope you enjoy it as much as my family and I did.
Here we are Rivalry week!! To many students, players, coaches and fans, rivalries may vary depending on the age group. To me Dorman is Spartanburg’s natural rivalry dating back to when I was a student at SHS. Although some may say it’s Gaffney and I’m pretty sure the younger generation would say it’s Byrnes, Dorman has always been the Vikings cross town rivalry for years. This game between these two teams has always brought huge crowds no matter if one team is good or not. Last year contest brought over 10,000 fans, the pre-game tailgate was the largest I’ve seen in years. Just thinking of this rivalry brings back a lot of memories of how playing football for the Vikings prepared & changed me for the many challenges in life. Growing up as a kid This is my story. My parents James & Annie Byrd had eight children, Six boys two girl. I am the youngest of the boys and my two sisters are younger than me.
My father who passed a couple of years ago worked at Drayton Mill in Beaumont until he got injured at work and was forced to retire. My mother was a maid for many different families including doctors, lawyers, etc. They worked very hard to take care of 8 children. Making sure 8 kids were fed, clothed, and sent to school would be hard on any parents. Yes you can say we were poor. Times were hard but they managed to keep us all headed in the right direction….for a while that is. Out of the six boys I was the only one who played organized sports. My brothers were never interested in playing sports they were more interested in running around the neighborhood and getting into trouble. Being the youngest boy I wanted to follow them and do the stuff they were doing which wasn’t good but they would often tell me to go home and watch my two sisters. My mother would sit us down and have long talks with us about staying out of trouble, she was more of the discipline one because my father worked long hours and when he wasn’t working he would be gone hunting with his buddies. That was another way to put food on the table. Anyhow I was the only one of the boys who would really listen to my mother. I knew if my parent worked that hard to take care of us they definitely didn’t have time to come home and punish us for misbehaving.