Just another reason why I love this season… I got to travel to Clemson for 2 weekends in a row!
Y’all know this town feels so much like home and it’s always good to be back, even if it’s only for a day or two. Unfortunately, I only made it to the 2nd weekend’s game but it was a blast, nevertheless. The first trip was for my middle brother’s ring ceremony and my youngest brother’s Clemson tour…. cue the boohoos. I cannot believe Davis will be graduating COLLEGE in the Spring. Although I’m encouraging a victory lap for another football season, my parents would prefer not to sign another semester’s check.
This ceremony is especially important to my family because this ring isn’t just any old college ring. It’s a symbol of family, hard work, perseverance, and earned success. While attending classes, working 3 jobs (to pay for food, school, and living expenses), and driving back and forth from Clemson to Winthrop (to visit my mom), Daddy knew Clemson was a special place but never imagined that Clemson would be a place all of us kiddos would one day call “home.” We’re legacy now and we’ll leave this place better than we found it… just like it left us. There’s something in those hills.
The second trip was for our rivalry came against South Carolina and being a night game, it was as crazy as ever! When the Palmetto Bowl is played in Clemson, it’s always a good time for both fans. I was able to see some of my besties that live far away and spend time tailgating with the fam and sweet family friends.
For about a decade now, my parents have hosted a Clemson tailgate every game day in the fall. My brother packs up the truck like a life size game of tetris, Daddy drives us to the game and back (all hours of the night), and Mom cooks gourmet food that’s perfectly set up with Clemson decor (if you think anything is store bought, you’re mistaken). On game day, the excitement in the air is strong enough to give you chills, all the fans are in a happy-go-lucky good mood, Chick-fil-a makes Tiger Paw shaped chicken biscuits, and the caravan driving into the city is enough to scare an army. There’s something in those hills.