I walked out of press box in Death Valley late Saturday afternoon, stepping through puddles left by a postgame shower that left the air heavy with moisture. And promise.
To be honest, I didn’t know what to expect when I woke up Saturday morning. I didn’t have the usual excitement of game day, and I had spent most of the previous week wondering why I wasn’t ready for the start of another season.
It was a long summer filled with drama. It seemed like the ACC Kickoff was years ago. Camp was way too long. Clemson wasn’t opening up with a Georgia or an Auburn or some exciting opponent.