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I was at the clemson game...left at halftime ...proclaimed it was goldens last game as i walked out and sure enough he was gone the next day i believe .
I spent the entire second half riding Sweatbox and Doritos, and they could hear me. My wife almost divorced me that day.
I was the guy yelling at them “good look coaching New Jersey high school next year”, among other things. By the time Clemson hit 40-50, you could hear my fūcking echoes.