
In the category of strange bedfellows, politics has nothing on lifting the morale of the U.S. military.
I have seen Charlie Weis perform the UCLA Eight-Clap with an Air Force Bruin.
Todd Van Emst
The coaches signed all sorts of items on their tour.
I have seen Mark Richt sing Rocky Top with a faraway Vol and sign “Go Gators!” on a poster for a Florida fan.
I have seen Tommy Tuberville sign a Georgia shirt, and Randy Shannon sign a Notre Dame shirt.
Then came Bahrain and Master at Arms Petty Officer 3rd Class Ray Herrera of Chino, Calif. Herrera asked Weis if they could pose for a picture together. Herrera held a green Fighting Irish T-shirt, a gift for his wife. They married in January. He deployed in February.
But the shirt that Herrera wore sent Weis into mock outrage.
“I’m not taking a picture with you wearing that,” Weis said.
That would be a cardinal USC shirt. Herrera’s friends howled, and Weis, having sunk the hook in, started to reel him in.
“Let’s have a vote,” Weis said, looking at Herrera’s pals. “Who thinks he should change shirts?”
The show of hands was unanimous. Herrera, who normally would have treated the T-shirt the way a 5-year-old would look at a plate of liver, put the shirt on and got the photo.
Herrera’s post-mortem: “I can’t believe I put that shirt on. My dad is going to kill me when he finds out. That’s one of those things you do for love.”
Weis’ post-mortem: “A great ball-busting moment.”