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This Saturday.
That would be tomorrow.
On Truist Field. Between the lines. On the turf.
Everything that has ever been important will play out. Our entire lives will reach some sort of emotional zenith.
Wake Forest vs. Clemson, two nationally ranked teams, battle.
You’ll be there. I’ll be there. Everyone will be there. Everyone we know, some we don’t know. It won’t matter. We’re in for a spectacular spectacle, a happening, a day we’ll all remember and be talking about for years, probably often. Our grandchildren will get tired of hearing us regale them about what went down on September 24, 2022.
Context is crucial. Clemson has beaten Wake 100 straight times, roughly. No one expects this time to be any different. Vegas is betting our team will lose. Screw Vegas.
Wake Forest has lost 62 straight times to a top 10 opponent – the longest losing streak of this type in American college football history.
I listened to Dave Clawson’s weekly press conference today searching for some morsel to chew in to give me hope this time history will be turned upside down. Not surprisingly, DC didn’t show his cards.
Clemson is great, he said. They’re the class of the league. They have a bundle of talent. They do everything well. Meanwhile, he wanted to reiterate that he didn’t think his team played well against Liberty. Wake players heard this. You think they want to play well on Saturday for this phenomenal leader of young men?
This is all one big setup. Get Dabo and his Tigers feeling good about themselves and their legacy of whipping Wake. Tell them they’re the gold standard of the ACC, winners of 10 games per season for the last 10 million seasons.
Talk them up. Pump them up. Elevate them onto the highest pedestal. Anoint them superior.
“Their quarterback has improved this season,” said Clawson. “We may not see a better running back this season than Shipley of Clemson.”
On the ACC Network today Mark Packer said this confrontation between our Mother So Dear Wake Forest and Clemson is, arguably, the biggest college football game in America this weekend. Not arguably. It is. Do any of us ever remember someone saying that about a Wake Forest football game?
Pinch my abdomen.
I don’t know about you but I feel something. It’s like a boat ride on Lake Norman generating a calm mental state, the antithesis of worried, authentic excitement, contemplative anticipation, a feeling that a game is about to be on for all of us like-minded Demon Deacons to revel in.
I can taste the chicken fingers with barbecue sauce and the nacho chips with cheese dip. Dr. Pepper on the rocks washes it all down, a sensuous concoction of bodily pleasures.
I hear the unrelenting roars from the fans sporting gold and black hoping – knowing — this is their moment. I see the Deacon on the field during the post-game party, slapping high fives, dancing with the Wake Forest cheerleaders, joined by me.
My helmet is on. My chin strap is buckled. My mouthpiece is in.
Ready.
Are you?
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