Growing up around sports for most of my life, as a young and naive child, I often found myself drawn to the sleek and simple, yet iconic, Clemson Tiger paw. Unlike many of the Clemson faithful nowadays, I was not raised "bleeding orange and purple." Growing up in the suburbs of Northern New Jersey with parents that attended Providence College and Boston College, I am not sure if many people could have predicted me venturing down to Clemson, South Carolina for possibly the most important four years of my life. To be honest, I never could have imagined it either. The one person I may actually be able to accredit the decision to is coach Dabo Swinney. It may sound crazy, but his great work with the football program over the past several years put Clemson University on my radar.
The next step in my journey to becoming a Tiger actually started with my dad buying himself a Clemson hat when I was a sophomore in high school. The reasoning behind his purchase was that he did not have any orange and white hats in his repertoire, and the one hat that could fit his XXXL head and fit his unnecessarily specific criteria was the Clemson Tiger hat.
After only several days of wearing the hat, he had received countless "Go Tigers" and many other compliments and many conversations were started, simply because he was wearing that Clemson orange. We were amazed at the pride and enthusiasm that Clemson loyal expressed towards their school. This was very intriguing to me and after another 18 months of research and road trips, I found myself committing to Clemson University. And after 3 months here at Clemson so far...
...I have no complaints.