Man, last night was tough, for a number of reasons aside from the blowout.
Personally, I was traveling back from a New Orleans bachelor party, and my flight landed when it was 9-7 Clemson. By the time I got to my car, it was 32-15 Clemson. I listened to the Westwood One coverage on Sirius XM on the ride home and heard the announcers exploding whenever Clemson would hit one of what sounded like endless fadeaway contested threes.
I wish I could’ve been able to listen to Rod, because I wanted to feel what the rest of us were feeling.