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MARCH 27, 2007 It was a perfect day in the city. The weather was spectacular, with the temperature around 70 and bright, blue skies.

And I spent it with a girl that I met at dinner Monday night in Little Italy. She is a 27-year-old dental hygienist from Evansville, Indiana, who in town on vacation with her friend. A great day, indeed.

The only thing that will make it better is if Clemson can somehow find a way to beat the well-disciplined Air Force team tonight at 9:30ish. Should the Tigers win, it means me and the rest of the media contingency from South Carolina get to stay until Friday.

Now, since there were, oh, I don't know, a thousand posts in reference to my blog from yesterday, this seems like the appropriate place to put out a formal response. So, everyone, take your high blood-pressure pills because here it comes:

I'm really not so sure why so many people are upset. To be honest, I didn't think Anderson had that many people living in it to cause such a massive uproar.

People just automatically assume that because I ripped into Anderson, which by the way is a pit, that I don't like the entire Upstate. That couldn't be further from the truth. Clemson is a beautiful area. I would love to own property there. It truly is a great place.

But let's all be educated adults here, even though it only takes me 20 minutes to drive from Anderson to Clemson, the two towns are worlds apart in so many ways.

The first week I moved to Anderson back in Sept. of 2000, I was in Greenville drinking a beer on a Sunday, while watching pro football. I had to go to Greenville because we all know you can't do such blasphemies in Anderson.

Anyway, the owner of the bar where I was located asked where I was from. I told him the story of just moving to town and he said, "You've got to get out of there. If you stay in Anderson too long, you'll become one of them." And this from a guy that was born and raised in Pickens County.

My point is: the blog specifically mentioned Anderson. Not a single other place in the Upstate was named.

People from Seneca make fun of Anderson.

People from Liberty make fun of Anderson.

People from Hartwell, Ga., Greenville, Clemson, Central and Six Mile all make fun of Anderson.

In fact, the only people that don't make fun of Anderson are from Easley.

Odds and ends
Kevin McCrary is my roommate here in NYC and he is a pretty laid back guy, except when it comes to having his bed made. He freaks out if it's not made every day. So, when the maid didn't show up on the first day until 3:30 p.m., he was pretty bothered by this because simply he wanted his bed made.

When she finally showed, I told her not to worry about me, but Kevin asked her to make his small, twin-size bed. It took her 30 seconds at most and she didn't even put on fresh sheets. But no matter, Kevin was happy because he finally got his made bed.

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MARCH 26, 2007- It didn't take but about 20 minutes from the time I left LaGuardia Airport to realize that I wanted to stay here for ever. Being a New Yorker, I have come to love the South, its weather, its friendliness and, most importantly, its women. But just returning to the greatest city in the world makes me realize just how much Anderson, S.C., is nothing more than an infected pimple in a place you'd rather not talk about. The culture, restaurants, fashion, shops, attitude and sports are incomparable.

In New York, I can eat at any one of a thousand, authentic, Italian restaurants. In Anderson, I can wait for close to an hour just to get a table at Oliver Garden or Capri's. Ugh!

However, other than the weather, the one thing New York can't compare to Anderson and the South in general is the cost of living. It's absolutely insane to pay $8 for a gin and tonic that has much more tonic than the measly shot of gin given. A bottle of Miller Lite can be yours for the low, low price of $6.

One thing that is constantly said by those outside of New York is that it is an unfriendly place and that the people are snooty. Well, the second part may be somewhat right. It just depends on what burrough you visit. In Manhattan, snooty is a way of life.

However, the people in NYC are generally OK. They will help a stranger out with directions if asked and they will say "Excuse me," or "Sorry," when they bump into you. There are 10 million people here. Bumping into someone is going to happen on a regular basis.

Even Sam Perry, who is from the sticks of Piedmont, S.C., said even though it's loud, smells and the traffic is bad, he loves it here. This is the first time he's ever been to New York and he said he could live here. And he's not alone.

There's a reason why so many people from all over the world come here. And this is where I ultimately want to be.

Odds and ends
I went to go pick up my press credential at Madison Square Garden early Monday and while I was waiting, the band Snow Patrol came through the door. They have the hit song, "Chasing Cars." They are performing in the theatre part of MSG and I jokingly said to the guard, "Oh, I need to get a pass or something to see them." The next thing you know, he gives me a pass to anywhere in the vast palace that is MSG. Doubt that I will go, though. There's just way too much other stuff to do. …

I met this attractive 20-something female from Israel on the 90 minute plane ride from Atlanta to NYC. She is originally from Russia, but moved to Israel when she was 7. She is an industrial engineer, who is visiting some friends and relatives in NYC. We exchanged phone numbers and kissed each other on the cheek. I'm supposed to meet up with her sometime this week. But, again, doubt that I will. …

No surprise here, but the Anderson Independent-Mail's Greg Wallace again got lost trying to find his way to the press conference. The trip's not complete until Wallace gets lost. It happens every time he leaves the sanctuary of Anderson County.

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