For years I've read this board without jumping in. Figured it's time.
I'm the product of a Texas school so cannot claim Clemson insider's status.
Married a Carolina girl (which proves I have good taste/judgement) whose late granddaddy was Clemson '39 and whose large family are mostly Tigers. CU didn't offer her program so she went elsewhere (not UofSC, for the record) to get edumacated.
In other words, she was born a Tiger if not necessarily diploma'd that way. As for me, if I may speak in biblical terms without crossing lines, I'm a Gentile who, though I did nothing to earn it, relishes his status as a member of the Clemson family.
So I hope you'll welcome me while at the same time being merciful of my fanboy take which is:
Clemson athletics is a special thing. Clemson, overall, is a special place. Clemson fans, for the most part, are dialed right in and tend to know their stuff. They're also friendly. The only friendlier fans I've come across are Aggies.
Never understood the UofSC situation and I've tried. The cock-a-doodle-doo thing, for a Texan raised with Longhorns and Aggies and Sooners and Bears and so on, is hard to get behind.
Never been to a game down there but it seems it'd be an unpleasant (if not physically unsafe) experience.
Also, Williams-Brice looks less like a football stadium and more like a staging area for the Natty Guard.
So, yeah ... UofSC just can't really draw folks like me in.
To the football thing: Clemson fans have a reason to be a little disgruntled this year but as a long-suffering fan of a middling BXII program, count your blessings, too. It's been — and I think will continue to be — a pretty good thing to be a Tiger fan. Exhibit A: Clemson proved yesterday they're still the class of the ACC even with all the poor play and injuries. What a demoralizing loss for the Deacs.
DJ, with hard work, may never be a reason they win a lot of games; however, he can be a reason they don't lose some of them.
He is stressful to watch and as a Texan, a phrase comes to mind: "All hat, no cattle." Time will tell if that's the case with Mr. Number 5. Otherwise, I do not know enough about football to pick apart coaching/scheming. So that's where my analysis ends.
Happy Thanksgiving. Sic 'Em Bears. Go Tigers. Beat the Cacks. Future posts will not be this long-winded.