I love that Clemson winning the National Championship is no longer just a collection of old highlights and stories in my mind.
I love that I have been dreaming of Clemson winning the national title since I was a boy running rub routes off the dogwood in my front yard and high-fiving the leyland cypresses that lined the driveway like they were fans hanging over the fence on the hill. I love that my dreams were never as amazing as the real thing.
My senior year of high school, our AP English teacher let us paint our favorite literary quote on the wall. I know she was expecting all the great lines from the world's most cherished works, and for the most part that is what she got. What she could not have expected was getting a Tiger Paw painted on the wall with the following line from Pat Conroy's The Prince of Tides painted over it....
The Clemson kicker approached the ball and I saw that awesome movement of orange helmets downfield and the roar of sixty thousand voices as that ball lifted into pure Carolina sunshine...