71YellowJacket
Damn Good Rat
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Confession time,
2000 game at Clemson. With 3 mins to play I drug my youngest son out of the stadium. The rest is history but we didn't see it.
I left out of pain and the fear of listening to the jeering of the orange crowd.
Taught me a real lession, which my son reminds me of from time-to-time.
2000 game at Clemson. With 3 mins to play I drug my youngest son out of the stadium. The rest is history but we didn't see it.
I left out of pain and the fear of listening to the jeering of the orange crowd.
Taught me a real lession, which my son reminds me of from time-to-time.