The cries from a burning fort: Dabo must go! We deserve better! Pay attention to me!
...and thankfully there are pitifully few left, which reinforces my belief that Clemson folks are generally intelligent people.
Stop. Right now.
In the beginning, there were doubts. There were questions. There was certainly room for discussion.
Some didn't like the inexperience. That's been handled through a three-year crucible, the inevitable growing pains of a young coach getting his sea legs.
Some, well, just about all of us, didn't like last year. Dabo didn't like it either. He said, "I'll fix this." And he did.
A few just don't like his name, his enthusiasm, his whole persona. I can't help you there, but I can tell you that none of them are changing.
I can also tell you this: After about a decade of fractious in-fighting, Clemson is a family again. And I have no qualms in giving this team the credit for that.
And I have no problem in giving Dabo the credit for this team. His hires, his recruits, his vision.
If, after this past weekend, you still think he's a bad hire, so be it. Nothing will change your mind. Just do us all a favor and hush. You were not right, you are not right you will not be right.
In the debate parlance, you are defending a burning fort. Flee while you can, before the idiocy of your argument collapses upon you.
Where you go from here is entirely up to you. Since you have decided not to stand with the Sons of Clemson, you may hang back with our camp followers and be quiet or strike out on your own.
But frankly, we have have far greater goals ahead ...and your incessant shrill peeping has grown wearisome.