Take your young children (mine are 5 and 3) to the game and marvel at their ability to sing God Bless America, recite the Pledge of Allegiance and sing the alma mater.
Watch the wonder on their faces as the balloons drift out of sight.
Answer with conviction every time they ask "Where is Kyle, Daddy?"
Watch your children dance in the aisles to the questionable music blasted over the p.a. system.
Spend $6 on a snowcone for them to share.
Politely ask the lady working the gate to give them each two stamps each on their hands on your way out at halftime.
Eat a chicken nugget or three and enjoy some boiled peanuts during the half at their granddaddy's tailgate.
Reconsider and stay for the final 120 seconds after the sixth turnover has sealed defeat b/c your child says, "I want to watch the next play, Daddy!"
Watch them run wild on Bowman Field as they inspect each and every float.
Let them lead each other on adventures around Fort Hill Mansion's exterior.
Take pride b/c this happens in Clemson and not in Columbia!
Revel in the fact that you are fostering a love affair between your children and Clemson that will last forever.
Explain on the ride home that tarholes are like chickens and deserve to be defeated.