I was there at GSP in '78, when Charley Pell's men flew home from Maryland after clinching the program's first ACC title in 11 years. Former Voice of the Tigers Jim Phillips called those 11 years a “drought”. Imagine his thoughts on this being year-20. I was a kid, but I was there.
It was night as we headed up I-85 North from Greenville to welcome them home. Cars lined the interstate and people, families with children, walked in all orange in the cold dark air long distances up said interstate and into the airport. Moms holding their kids hands, dads carrying small paw flags and other celebratory gear. Being long before 9/11 and a much simpler time, people could go to the gate to welcome loved ones home, and that's exactly what everyone did. And the team of Dwight Clark, Steve Fuller and the Bostic Brothers were indeed our loved ones.
Must've been thousands there at the gate, in the lobbies above and below the escalators. Chanting, yelling.
“C-L-E-M-S-O-N.....T-I-G-E-rrR---S!”
Airport security didn't give a shit. It was like Occupy Greenville-Spartanburg Airport but it was like security was in on it too. Much happiness abounded.
I remember vaguely standing near the gate, my dad somehow managed that, and reaching out and touching Jim Stuckey's thigh-sized upper arm. Clemson's Marlboro Man was one of my heroes and it was unbelievable that I got to connect with a guy who went on to win Super Bowls with the Niners.
It was indeed a magical time. But what made it magical was that Clemson empirically achieved something – an ACC championship. The throng was justified.
With the 2:00 am mass held at the West End Zone after Clemson beat good but very beatable teams and no hardware was brought home, it felt empty. Three big wins, no doubt. And I get the excitement. But fans were chanting “DABO DABO DABO!”, and the last time they did that they hired him. Very much in contrast to '78, there was no ACC title to hold in the air this past early Sunday morning. I watched the video on YouTube of the gathering, and it was like watching a Roman mass with Pope Swinney presiding. I rather didn't get the outrageous exuberance.
Are fans so desperate for something good that they'll celebrate...nothing? Or rather, celebrate anything at all that vaguely resembles respectable accomplishment?
Maybe it's because many of today's fans are mid-20 somethings who've only been a fan since the early 90s and are thus incapable of comprehending championship teams. Maybe these fans can't possibly act like they've “been there” before, because they haven't. You were never there during the title run days, so really you don't know what you're talking about. Not really.
To put this into perspective, let me post this:
