Have faith! Where do I send the orange and purple paint?In my post title, Am I...
A) Referring to the fact that Vegas sees the Tigers as 15 point underdogs tomorrow night (I wonder if that sets some kind of record for spread between two Top 10 teams?)
B) Referring to inclement weather which might preclude getting to Franklin Street.
C) Referring to what any innocent bystander might utter to any other innocent bystander when faced with the prospect of a nekid Klem?
Answer:
D) None of the Above. The streak will never be broken. The Apocalypse is not upon us. Hell hath not frozen over. It ain't even worth talkin' about.
Also, as I feel obligated to mention every year, the deal does not involve "streaking". There are many things I do badly. Running is chief among them. I would never voluntarily choose to run. Anywhere. For anything. Even under conditions of euphoric insanity.
Walking out of the Dean Dome in January of 1989 I turned to my best friend and said, "Now I understand. Clemson will NEVER win here." My friend, assuming some self-pitying drivel tried to cheer me up...encouraging me that one day it must happen.
"No," I said, "it won't ever happen. I'm sure of it. I'm so sure of it that if such a miraculous event should ever come to pass I promise you I'll celebrate by stripping naked and hanging upside down from the sun dial in front of Morehead (planetarium)."
I'm paraphrasing, of course. At the time I probably said something like, "Shut the &#(@ UP! If wanted to hear from a @!&*!@ing Tarheel !#@!#(* I'd go back into that godforsaken mother#@$*&(@!ing joke of a gym and !#@$(*^ing !#@$(ed on of those @#&hole !@$(*#!ing cheerleaders up against the @!$#(*&!ing head of that !@#(&ing goat."
So that's the deal. No running. No streaking. Just Klem. Nekid. Dangling from the sun dial. (Which happens to sit right on Franklin Street...or at least damn close to it, as I recall...like directly across from Four Corners, maybe? It's been a long time, now.)
I may have volunteered then, or later, that I'd paint a Tiger Paw on my hind quarters. I can't recall.
(You see, when you are this ABSOLUTELY certain of something you can afford to be gratuitous about it. I can describe what I might do in any degree of detail and with all the embarassing fanfare I might be able to imagine. I'll never be held to it. The event will never happen. It's all just a game we play.)
Klemnop