“The lonely man, as most kickers are. He looks like the Lonely End of Army in those days gone by, who never got to come to the huddle.”
—Gary Thorne, ABC, 9/3/2005
Jad Dean had a busy night out there all alone, before the goalposts came down and the crowd spilled onto the field.
The date was September 3, 2005, and Texas A&M was in town for Clemson’s first game of the season. It was a heavy late summer night. Moisture hung in the air, beneath the stadium lights, bathing Death Valley in a fuzzy, ill-defined glow.