On a paw-fect, orange-hued evening in Santa Clara, Calif., the future NFL marching order — Tank for Tua — was stiff-armed out of the way for Tank for Trevor. Or, if you prefer, Lose for Lawrence. What a fascinating next two years it will be, watching Trevor Lawrence, having already reached the summit at age 19, further develop or regress or prosper or plateau.
Lawrence did not guide Clemson to the national championship with a stunning 44-16 beatdown of Alabama — is that phrase even allowed to be written — beatdown of Alabama? Guide is far too temperate a characterization for the way the statuesque pocket quarterback — now isn’t that a nifty, throwback concept?