When I think of game day at Clemson, the first thing that comes to mind is an array of vivid orange and purple tents spread across the many lawns on campus. As I close my eyes and transport myself there, I can smell all the foods being grilled that will fuel the ceaseless cheering of our beloved “C-L-E-M-S-O-N!”
Anyone who has experienced a game day in Tigertown has probably seen how the fans all band together, and the boundaries of tailgate spots seem less and less defined. Families new to Clemson mingle with legacy families and share recipes, pulling their chairs closer and closer together throughout the quarters.
As a transfer student, I was lucky to have my older brother with me on my first game day to guide me through the experience. I remember approaching the tailgate spot he took me to and being welcomed with open arms by someone’s sister’s friend’s family, who I had never met. Plates of fresh food were immediately handed to me, coolers of drinks opened and their icy contents offered to me and chairs vacated so I would have somewhere to sit.
I was surprised to find this was common practice, but looking back as a graduating senior, I shouldn’t have been because the underlying theme of game day is something every Tiger is bound to be familiar with: the Clemson community.
The term was coined ages ago and is plastered on every website and admissions brochure I can find.
The love that Tigers have for their own is exemplified by game day and the iconic traditions embedded throughout.
Players begin their entrance to the field by touching Howard’s Rock, which is said to grant good luck. They have done this for decades, tying themselves to a long line of great athletes and allowing us all to reflect on the history of our great institution.
Then, the team runs down The Hill. Hill seating is one of the most coveted spots during a game for this reason. Students pile together on the grass and cheer their loudest as beloved players run down to the field right next to them. You truly feel like you are part of something larger when you experience this — and you are.
I know every school has its own cheers throughout the game, but I really am biased toward Clemson’s. The crowd always gets involved through them and rallies behind the Tigers, especially when Tiger Rag plays. And, when the time comes, you’ll be hard-pressed to find someone who isn’t belting out our alma mater.
While I could go on about my critiques of aspects of my school, the reality is that this place is perfect. As a transfer student who left a different school due to its flaws, I know that better than anyone else. I also know that, after all of that, Clemson gave me somewhere to belong. I will always be able to call this place home and cheer on my favorite team here.
