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1/12/2017

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I love that Clemson winning the National Championship is no longer just a collection of old highlights and stories in my mind. 
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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.

​I love that when we arrived in the desert to take on the football team that is supported by jersey-wearing grown men, it was raining. I love that when we arrived in sunny, warm Florida to battle undefeated Bama, it was cold and windy.

I love that when I woke up the morning of the game, I learned that Danny Ford was elected into the College Football Hall of Fame. I love knowing the coach who left the University of South Carolina-Columbia football program depleted of talent was trotted out to midfield to witness first-hand what we were building during the five-bomb era. I love that an eagle flew into the stadium just like it does at the rival school of our opponent that night. 

I love knowing that the man who inspired my love for over-salted boiled peanuts, catfish stew, and Clemson football was celebrating in heaven with Coach Howard and many other members of the 1948 team. I love knowing that man, my grandfather, was still wondering why we didn't run the ball more.

I love that January 10th was the birthday of Harold "Mac" McKeown. I love the memories of sitting at his counter at Mac's Drive In every Monday night for nearly six years.  I love knowing that we waited to win our second national title after midnight, so it fell on his birthday.

I love thinking before the game that it was just our time. I love knowing how scared it made me feel to think it was just our time. I love when I told my parents at half time to get back to their seats because they were about to witness the greatest half of football in Clemson history. I love walking back to my seats not really believing what I had just told them.

I love when we first took the lead in the fourth quarter. I love standing in my seat pumping my fist like Arsenio Hall on speed. I love knowing some people who read this will not know who Arsenio is. I love knowing that when I need to have rotator cuff surgery in a few years, I can tell the doctor that I first felt the pain on January 10, 2017.  I love coming as close as you can to collapsing a lung when Boulware mini-suplexed the Alabama player after sniffing out a screen pass.

I love that on the very next play, Jalen Hurts slowly began ripping my heart out when he completed a long pass to set up 4th and 1. I love that he completed the process of ripping out my heart as he ran into the endzone for a touchdown...exposing deep old wounds. Wounds that had been collected from losses at Wallace Wade Stadium, woulds inflicted by Donovan McNabb and Michael Vick in Jacksonville, wounds never fully repaired from 70 in the Orange Bowl, wounds left by Steve Tanneyhill and Connor Shaw. They were all there fully exposed as my heart laid on the ground with just over two minutes left in the game.  

I love not realizing that Deshaun Watson could perform open heart surgery in 2 minutes and 1 second. I love knowing with the first pass to Jordan Leggett that he began repairing wounds that were 35 years old. From that point forward with surgical precision, each pass like a stitch, he methodically healed each wound. Some wounds were easier to repair than others, but when he needed help #7 and #16 made miraculous catches.

I love knowing that all the years of watching Clemson football and thinking luck was just not on our side, ended when the game-winning touchdown pass was caught by "unlucky" #13.  I love knowing that I will never be able to forget the feeling when the pass hit his hands. I love knowing that I came close to throwing my son into the blimp after the score. 

I love knowing that when Watson took a knee to end the game he returned a heart fuller than the one that was ripped out minutes earlier. He returned a heart that now believed if I truly believe in myself, work hard, and let my light shine...I can accomplish anything. I love loving #4.

I love screaming "How bout dem Tigers!" I love hugging my Clemson family in public three days after we won. I love that I can't stop smiling. I love that the internet can't produce enough written and video material of the game for me to get tired of it. I love the emotions I feel when I read each article. I love that I have almost cried each day since the win.

I love changing my Facebook profile picture to the daytime version of the Clemson flag flying over the statehouse each morning and then to the nightime picture of the flag flying over the statehouse each evening. I love knowing that I have no idea when I will stop doing that.  

I love that in 2008 a man from Pelham, Alabama believed Clemson could return to the top of the mountain again, when I could not. 

I love knowing that no matter what happens in the future with Clemson football, the experience of winning the national title will never be able to be erased from my mind. 

I love Clemson.
11 Comments
Courtenay Ramey
1/12/2017 08:17:27 pm

This. Is. Perfect. 💜

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Elizabeth Judy
1/12/2017 11:32:20 pm

I love that I feel the same way as the author.

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Tracy Bledsoe
1/13/2017 11:16:38 am

Need to change the reference to the eagle flight. That's Auburn that has an eagle, not Alabama. Other than that, perfect. I was right there with ya in Tampa.

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Bill Crowther
1/13/2017 11:58:36 am

No he got it right unless its already changed "I love that an eagle flew into the stadium just like it does at the rival school of our opponent that night." This is a reference to Auburn.

Karin Guy
1/13/2017 09:00:45 am

I love your article!
Nailed it. GO TIGERS

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Cameron C Johns
1/13/2017 01:17:44 pm

I love that I can relate to so many of the points made in this article and as an English teacher, I love the way it's written. This is such a powerful first person account of what many others feel this week and felt Monday night.

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Wanda C. Crotwell
1/13/2017 04:17:50 pm

I love that someone else feels EXACTLY THE SAME WAY I FEEL!!

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Leigh Williams
1/13/2017 05:40:10 pm

I love that Coach Swinney's word of the year was Love.

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Samantha Apgar
1/13/2017 06:36:00 pm

You spoke for me, a CLEMSON TIGER since I was born! GO TIGERS!!!

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Mandy Fulford
1/14/2017 04:04:40 am

I love that driving around Myrtle Beach, 4.5 hours from Clemson, nearly a week after the game, fellow Tigers are flying their Clemson flags in their car and randomly sending a friendly honk my way when they see mine too! I love that I'm fulfilling my urge to say Go Tigers to everyone I walk by who's wearing our Tiger Paw!

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Gordon B. Sherard, Jr.
1/27/2017 04:48:07 pm

This is great, and since you seem to be the most fervent Tiger booster, I am going to give you my most cherished Clemson artifact. No, not a stadium drink cup honoring the previous '81 Championship. It is a bumper sticker from November 1979 that says "Devine {Dan} will whine in '79. Notre Dame Stadium Be There". I was, and a one-year QB named Billy Hare led the Tigers to give ND a loss in their last home game of a season in something like thirty years. And they even wore green jerseys for the game. Revenge for when Joe Montana beat us in the valley in '77, and I think a bit of a momentum builder toward the '81 season

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