I cannot not remember when I became a Clemson fan. I remember when I first became passionate about swimming. I remember when I first became passionate about concerts. I even remember when I first became passionate about American Gladiators, which my mom remembers too! But I cannot remember when I first became passionate about Clemson athletics. It has just always seemed to be there. This isn’t because there is some genetic code that predisposed me to the color orange. Rather, it was first the result of my family’s passion for Clemson. Some people may commend my family for this fact and others might call it child abuse. Either way, I grew up around Clemson my whole life. But the funny thing is that two of