The closer we get to kickoff, the more hopeful I get. And thankful that Clemson isn’t in the Big Ten.
I’ve said all along that I was hopeful there would be some sort of season. For people who have asked me over the past two months, I’ve used that word a lot – hopeful. Because that’s what it came down to in a world where things seemingly changed hour by hour and minute by minute.
I had people reach out on social media and by email and tell me I was crazy, that there wouldn’t be a season, and I would read each one thinking that there was a person who was trying to insulate themselves from the grief later on if it really happened.