I lost my Dad last October 2nd. Due to his illness I did not make it to Clemson at all last year. After his death I did not feel I could attend a game. Saturday morning, myself and my boys loaded up and headed to the Valley. My emotions were running all over the place. We arrived and parked, headed to Knickerbockers, soaked up all the beauty that is Clemson. Headed back to the car and tail gated. My mind raced back to all the trips Daddy and I took, all the games we had seen together. I told the boys about an hour and a half before kick off lets go. We walked to the stadium and went on in. I went to dads old seats and sat down. It was as if he were sitting there right beside me, I closed my eyes and we were yelling and jumping, hugging. I thought this would help me be prepared for kickoff, I was wrong. As we went to our seats I was doing well, until our Tigers gathered at the top of the Hill. Folks, I completely lost it. As we ran down the Hill the tears streamed down my face. I cried until Sammy caught the touchdown pass. Dont ever, never, let anyone tell you that Clemson is not a special place. For just a moment Saturday, I was a little boy again with my Dad. We were in Clemson to watch our Tigers, and all was right with the world!