where the blue ridge yawns its greatness...

i'm not gonna try to slide in a late 'friday faves' this week.  the good thing about my blog is that i'm the boss of it...and as the boss i decided to give myself a week off.  hope you don't mind.

but...in the spirit of 'friday faves' i wanted to share a quick post about one of my very favorite things...

clemson football

i'm that girl who totally abandons any air of lady-like restraint the moment i step through the gate to watch my tigers play. i paint tiger paws on my face and scream at the top of my lungs.  when the 4th quarter is nearing it's end and the score is close i can't sit down {and sometimes even bite my fingers...not a usual habit for me}.  and when our guys cross into the end zone to score i go crazy high fiving the people around me {whether i know them or not}.  

growing up i had the privilege of spending some time in my grandparents' box at the games.  it's great to have that pass that gets you up the elevator and into the air conditioning {or heat...if it's a chilly november}.  it's also pretty sweet to have unlimited homemade mac and cheese and chicken and sweet tea and brownies waiting on you at your seat in the sky.  a trip to the box was always fun...but give me the up-close-and-personal seats on the 50 yard line right behind the bench any time.  i'd always rather be right in the middle of the madness.  i have clemson roots that run deep...which is why this news made me grin from ear to ear.

 

if you've never been to the place where orange-clad athletes ceremoniously bound off of a bus at the top of a hill to rub a rock and, on the cue of a fired canon, run down that hill onto a gigantic tiger paw in the middle of more than 80,000 screaming fans...you've never experienced college football at it's best...you gotta get to death valley.