We just want football.
Wednesday was one of those typical summer days in Clemson, the kind we’ve all seen and love, and as the thermometer trended towards triple digits, I took my young son Eli (22 months) out for a walk to help burn off some of his excess energy. We walked down the hill towards Death Valley, past Press Road (the area behind the press box) and down towards Howard’s Rock and The Hill.
I stopped for a second because Clemson’s campus has, for the most part, been a ghost town for the majority of the past three months.