Sunday, September 25, 2011

Go Tigers! (Go Deacs!)

I love college sports. I love the excitement, the colors, the fans, the cheers, the way a game takes over an entire Saturday and, in the case of Clemson, an entire town. Our town goes from a population of 30,000 (half university, half residents) to about 200,000 on a Game Day. You can't drive anywhere. Many stores shut down because there are no students to staff them. BBQ stands pop up behind big trucks and people make money selling parking spots on their yards. The world turns orange (with flashes of purple) and tiger paws adorn every surface. It's hard not to get caught up in it all.

I married a guy who has lived in Clemson since he was four. His father taught there for 25 years and once served as president of the Faculty Senate. Thus, our kid has been wearing orange Tiger gear since she was born (thankfully, a few friends sent us some Wake Forest clothing, though it's hard to make a kid look cute in black and gold, with an old man on it). She has inherited quite a bit of Clemson gear, including a cheerleading uniform. (Thankfully the kids' uniforms don't actually look like what the cheerleaders actually wear, or I'd be up for child pornography charges).

Anyway, here's a video of Sylvia in all her garb, repeating her parents' enthusiasm for the Clemson Tigers (oh, and the Demon Deacons too!).

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