The Fourth of July is supposed to be about fireworks.
It’s supposed to be about standing around a grill with family and friends, chasing kids through the yard, watching smoke rise from charcoal and waiting for the sun to set so the real show can begin.
For Clemson fans, some of the best fireworks I’ve ever witnessed didn’t come from a backyard celebration. They came in fourth quarters when the Tigers looked dead, buried and beaten before somehow finding a way to light up the scoreboard and leave opponents staring into the night wondering what just happened…