It’s like clockwork. Or the rising and setting sun. Or the cultural dwarfism of the Tea Party.
“When Danny was coach...”
“Danny would have...”
“DF didn’t have any blah blah blah either...”
“Just like Danny,...”
It’s like the legend of Clemson’s greatest coach ever has become this cloud that hangs over the entire university and an obsession among too many fans.
While Ford was indeed a legend and should not have been fired back in ’90, the fact is he’s been gone for 20 years. He’s not coming back, ever.
Let it go.
Move forward with your life and fandom.
Quit trying to draw extraneous comparisons between some ill-experienced head coach that should have never been hired to begin with and Ford.
Yes, both Ford and Dabo Swinney played at Alabama.
Yes, neither had head coaching nor coordinator experience prior to taking Clemson’s top spot.
Yes, they both seem to have that kuntree-ham-and-cornbread persona that connects with fans.
Eh, well, maybe. Swinney does appear to be burning some bridges with fans now. But I’ll let that one slide, for now.
Yes, they both were successful position coaches who could develop players before taking the head job.
Oh...wait. Oops. That last part isn’t true. Sorry.
Yes, both coached under championship predecessors, so successful in fact that both went on to bigger and better things after Clemson.
Uh, sorry. Oops again. My bad.
Yes, Ford and Swinney have publicly taken jabs at fans for voicing their frustrations.
Damn! Another mea culpa!
Wow, it appears the superficial comparisons that fans make between Swinney and Ford get derailed when a little more digging is done and more facts brought to light.
I can understand Ford being the benchmark for Clemson football. There was never any better a time to be a Clemson fan than there was in the ‘80s. Hell, I’ll throw in 1978 and 1979 out for good measure.
I was there during the 80s. During that time Ford cussed up the officials when that Maryland receiver (or tight end) flubbed a pass in the end zone in Death Valley and dropped it yet the refs called it a touchdown anyway.
And that time when that record-breaking balloon launch occurred.
And that time when the Fridge barreled through North Carolina’s offensive line like it was made of Legos and sacked a Tar Heel receiver during an attempted reverse. Or was it a double-reverse?
And the tie with Boston College in ’82 and remembered thinking “what’s this crap? The NFL has overtimes, why not college?”
And traveling to Blacksburg for an away game with my family and upon arriving at the stadium thinking “this place is too sterile.”
And the win over Stanford in the Gator Bowl where the Stanford band was in trouble for mooning the crowd during its last week’s game or something.
I even remember watching the Clemson-South Carolina game in ’81 in Littlejohn Coliseum with my family and aunts and uncles on closed-circuit TV, as Chuck McSwain ran amok in Columbia that night en route to the win and a shot at the National Championship in Miami.
It’s been a long time and my memory isn’t what it used to be but yeah, I remember all that shit.
So fuck you if you dare question what I know about the endangered species that is the championship Clemson football teams. Any of you 17-30-year-old ignorant suckholes who only think you know what a championship team looks like, shut up and listen to the wise old farts like me who’ve actually seen them, and seen them wearing a paw.
But those days are gone now. Never to return. And neither is Ford.
As sentimental as a stroll down memory lane is, the fact is that does nothing for Clemson’s problems today. Football, in many ways, is still the same basic game it always was. But it has also evolved in many other ways, to the point that it’s time to consider that Ford’s winning strategies may not work in today’s climate.
Some things from yesteryear would work, but others won’t. The fact that players are much bigger and faster mandates a more modern approach.
In short, don’t think for a minute that it’s a lock that Ford’s strategies would work just like it did back then. We don’t know that, and there’s no way we’d ever know that. SO what do we do?
Move on. And let the past go.
