This can be from any time in the past mixed with favorites from past.
Mine would be an evening kickoff game at 800PM against Georgia. Would get down early eat lunch at Macs. I would head over to downtown and drink a little. Then tailgate with a low country boil and share a few beers with fellow fans. Get to the game sober enough to enjoy it and they decide they going to release the ballons for this special occasion. Then proceed to watch our Tigers shut out Ga and win 27-0. With DJ taking the victory formation in the third quarter for every down.
I would join you on your tailgating experience. But, midway through the second quarter, our only punter goes down with a knee injury. Dabo gets on the stadium microphone and asks "Is The Mole here today?" Because he knows I can punt a little and still have some eligibility left even though I am older than him. I run down and put on a uniform in the medical tent. On the next fourth down, we are on our own 20-yard line. The snap goes over my head...not because it was a bad snap, but because I was looking at the cheerleaders from ground level. I chase it towards the end zone and hear the pounding footsteps of the Dreaded Georgia Defense closing in. I scoop the ball up at the five and punt it backwards over my head because there was no time to turn around. I hear the crown noise go from "Nooooooooooooo" to "YEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!"as the ball lands on the 35 and then rolls to the 50. We go on to win the game without me ever punting again. The team carries me off the field and I get to lead the dance in the locker room. All I know is the Hokey-Pokey. I am all over ESPN and "break" the Internet and Twitter. The play becomes know as "THE TNUP" (punt spelled backwards for those of you living above the Mason-Dixon Line)
By Monday, everyone has moved on to the next thing.
if when you let the ball sail over your head you pick it up and decide to run it. Of course you get decapitated, but another ST’s blocker picks it up after kicking your severed head by accident, then runs it for a touchdown. They perform miracle surgery to reattach your head and you go on as the greatest not top 10 plays of all time.
Or. a Georgia player picks up my head thinking it's the ball and everyone goes chasing him...while my headless body runs over and picks up the ball...thinking it's my head...and I run like a chicken with my head cut off...but somehow cross the goal line and score.
That Sir...would make me a legend. The Headless Puntsman. I could haunt the Esso Club.
A road trip to Clemson with my longtime friends from college. I've been a Clemson fan since high school, but we're all alums of a university in Virginia. Two of my friends have been Wahoo fans since they were young, and before the ACC realignment, there was a long history of us going to the games in Charlottesville when Clemson was in town.
We have yet to make the trip down to Death Valley. I am hopeful that one day, we will take the journey down. Party it up in Clemson all day Friday. It goes without saying...tailgating on game day. My friends would love the gameday experience in Clemson. We all know Clemson is special. Sharing that experience with my friends would make it that much more special for me.