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  • It might seem like just a silly picture. But it has evolved, for me, through different stages of emotion. Primarily it was shock. Did I really just do that? Did they really stop the show for me?
    Then it moved to laughter. I realized how funny it actually was and began to enjoy the minute of fame. It navigated its' way through more emotion.
    Worry that I'd get fired from my position as the mic man at football games. Worry that I'd never get a job.
    Shortly moving back to laughter.
    Then something unique happened. As websites began catching on, a message started to be sent across the web: "This kid was hammered drunk." People posting comments of "Do not let this kid vote or raise kids" to "Kids like this is why the south lost the civil war".

    Amongst the comments I found comical, I began to worry that I had tarnished not only Clemson's name but my own name.

    But that's exactly when something unique happened, something that has defined my Clemson experience all along the years.
    People, strangers, began sticking up for me. In their classes, when professors mocked me. On the internet, when websites posted falsities. Even when late night TV began picking it up, I had a crowd of friends and strangers defending me.

    I began receiving messages from old clemson alumni telling me it brightened their week. Some even said it showed them that Clemson school spirit still lives on.

    You see, thats what my clemson experience has been. One family. We love eachother. We fight and defend eachother. And we are the most passionate fan's you will ever meet.
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