Nothing says an absolute lack of concern about us like making Clemson the homecoming game.
It's saying "Well, we've got the floats and balloons, the pretty girls and bouquets....oh yeah! We need an opponent. someome we can kick around the field....
"I know! Let's get Clemson! Yeah, that'll work! Those clown NEVER show up in a big game! They'll roll over and play dead, just like they did all those times at Florida State!"
"This'll be easy! Clemson for homecoming!"
D@mmit, Tigers! If there wasn't a reason to GEE-HAW'D that smug flock of seagulls or ibises or whatever the h3ll they call themselves, that's the final straw.
Homecoming....they might as well called us their backwoods love slaves.
Give them a homecoming to remember, Tigers! Make their homecoming something like the prom scene in Carrie. Bathe the U in blood and send them screaming for the exits and they slip and stumble through the gashed entrails of their fallen teammates.
Dang! Clemson sure did a number on these guys!
Rise up! Laugh at the tears of their players and the weeping of their women.