In one sense, it was a glorious day to be associated with Clemson basketball. In another sense, it was a nerve-racking day.
Let me explain.
The buzz was palpable inside of Littlejohn Coliseum, replete with its ginormous, mega-large curved LED scoreboard, new crowd seating that added some fire to the proceedings, and a fresh atmosphere that exuded a sense of newness and growth. People were ready to go. The line to enter the student gate was a traffic hazard more than an hour before tipoff.
That’s where the nerves kick in, though, because at some point, reality sets in.