...except, of course for the GEE-HAW'D!! flag, which will be flying proudly at Carney-Finley on Saturday.
Yesterday, I was in a small town about 30 miles from Faynam, down in the swamps, working on a story on a blind cat rescue center (cool place, btw!) While there, I was chatting with a couple of kids who volunteer there.
As we chatted, they wanted to know how I ended up in the career I'm in. My standard reponse: "When you're a Clemson grad, all things are possible."
One of the kid's eyes lit up. He said he was the only Clemson fan in his class (ECU and Wuffies dominate) and he would love to see them play some time. After I wrapped up my story, I trotted back out to the car and brought back in my flags and handed them to him.
"Well, when you get a chance to see the Tigers play, go in style."
Figure I can always get more flags ... but how often do we get the chance to cement the spirit of Clemson in the swamps of North Carolina?