South Carolina will always throw me in a state of flux. Yes, I have a degree from there. My wife’s family are multi-year season ticket holders. Yet she went to Clemson, and to cheer for the Gamecocks (Ed. note: Game Penises) is a mortal sin to Clemson folk. It is a near impossible situation to manage. At first, it was somewhat fun, as I was in the old upside-down cockroach in 2007 and I watched the GOAT Mackenzi Adams run nothing but read option on at the time the number six team in the country.