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Remember Who They Are
Nov 24, 2010, 11:48 AM
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We are, unquestionably, a divided bunch this season. Ask a Clemson fan his or her opinion of this season, and you will get a variety of responses:
“Give Dabo more time. Remember how Danny Ford started.”
“Start Tajh Boyd. Kyle Parker must go. He doesn’t care anymore.”
“I like Dabo, but he’s got to clean house with his coaching staff.”
“Fire the whole lot of them. Terry Don, too. Let’s hire a real coach and win now.”
Clemson football and, as a result, our fan base, is in disarray right now. All of these opinions and issues, regardless which one you subscribe to, are worth addressing at the end of the season. Something is essentially wrong this year, and good, civil discussion about what that may be is certainly necessary. At the end of this season, although we may still be divided, we need to talk it over as a concerned fan base.
But this season isn’t over.
There is one more shade of evil on the horizon, and although it is a travesty that we are in this situation, that final game is all we have to play for. So while we will disagree and argue all day Saturday over our cold beverages and our barbecue, we cannot—no, we must not—forget where we stand when this unsavory group travels up from Columbia to visit our neighborhood.
I ask that you remember who they are.
Remember in 1992 how some #### fans broke into Death Valley and took a sledgehammer to the Rock.
Remember the boastful Internet posts about #### fans urinating or wiping boogers on the Rock.
Remember Pro Bowl Motors.
Remember the fight they started in 2004.
Remember the whiskey bottles thrown through Clemson fans’ car windows in Columbia.
Remember how they play “2001” as loud as possible twice a day in Columbia.
Remember how they list NIT championships as National Titles on their websites.
Remember how you can’t walk into Wal-Mart or McDonald’s wearing Clemson shirt without some random meth lab addict talking smack to you.
Remember the mullets.
Remember the car flags flying endlessly, even in July.
Remember the incessant and mindless yammering about the SEC.
Remember the little Gamecock kids who kick you in the shins on gameday while their parents laugh.
Remember them shaking Clemson cars on the roads in 1987.
Remember how they always claim the SEC preseason championship.
Remember the random bumpkins who set up T-shirt stands on the highway after the College World Series.
Remember the middle fingers after every Clemson touchdown in Columbia.
Remember the middle fingers on the highway when they see your Clemson stickers on your car.
Remember how they wave the state flag and claim they are the representatives of our state.
Remember Gov. Hodges.
Remember Tanneyhill, Summers, Mitchell, the Lindsay twins, Watson, Pinkins, and Garcia.
Remember “Cockitude,” “#### n Fire,” and “Yard #####.”
Remember the filth who offered $1,000 for someone to break our kicker’s jaw.
Remember all those personal experiences you have had in Columbia and Clemson—and remember how those experiences were the few times we’ve lost.
There is a time to debate our problems and our future. That time begins Sunday morning. But more than ever, we need to refresh our memories and take them into the stands with us on Saturday. Our team needs us to remember. More importantly, every time the Gamecock offense steps on the field, they need to know that we remember.
So take those memories and cook them up on Saturday. Throw on a little ketchup-based, vinegar-based, or mustard-based sauce, whichever you prefer. Put them on a bun and put some beans on the side of your plate. Chew those memories up, swallow them, and wash them down with a little bit of bourbon. Let them sit in your stomach and then work their way back up to your voice box.
Then take them into Death Valley with you.
We don’t know if our football team will show up in full force on Saturday.
But by God, we sure as hell will.
Go Tigers.
P.S. I will not respond to any mindless Gamecock replies to this post… especially from Toogie. So don’t waste your time.
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