I loved Clemson growing up.
I lived it. I breathed it. I was all about it.
I loved everything about Clemson. My stepfather, a 1949 graduate of old Clemson College, passed down his passion for this great university when I was just a little boy and he taught me everything I needed to know about it. Once you are bitten by the Clemson bug, there is really no cure. It stays with you the rest of your life.
There is just something about this little ole place that no one can truly explain, but once you experience it, you understand how special it is.