The grounds surrounding Doak Campbell Stadium were uncharacteristically quiet Saturday afternoon. The early autumn sun was starting to dip below the horizon and the only people left were workers and support personnel – and one small group of dazed Seminole fans still sitting at a tailgate.
“I guess it’s time to turn off the gas,” the wife said to her husband, nodding her head towards a propane grill.
“I guess so,” the husband answered. “There’s already been too much scorched around here today.”
With a heavy sigh, he got up and started to pack.
Compare that to four short years ago – we walked through the parking lots late in the night after Clemson had squandered a golden opportunity to knock off the Noles, losing 23-17 in overtime.