Y'all know the story of Saul, I'm guessing. Devout and learned man, hater of Christians and their freshly minted messiah, trudging toward Damascus from Jerusalem to wipe them all from the pages of history.
Then a funny thing happened. As Hank Williams would say, ol' Saul saw the light....a blinding, unmistakable sign that he had been wrong all along. He sat befuddled for a couple of weeks, trying to ponder how he could have been so wrong, so misled. Then, he had a second revalation.
It didn't matter how wrong he was in the past. It was time to get right.
I proposed to those who have been doubters and deniers for so long, vowing and muttering that Clemson was on the road to ruin: Miami was our Damascus Road.
Of course, it's easy for me to say. I'm the fool who was waving the banner of Gee-Haw'd, staring into the fiery furnace of a Top 10 road game.
Most of y'all have more sense....and I applaud you for it. But now, having seen the hand and having touched the side, will you not yet believe?
If the scales have not fallen from your eyes as Jacoby Ford parted Miami defenders like the Red sea and strolled into glory, I have little more to offer.
If you cannot be moved by his tears of joy in the end zone, your heart is hardened beyound my power of persuasion.
If you could not leave this tooth-and-toenail clash believeing that maybe there IS something special about these Tigers, then give up football. There is no comfort in this sport for you.
But Damascus is just a way station, not a destination. There is much left to do. Even after Saul saw the light, his journy wasn't over. It were just beginning.
There are many beyond the Clemson Family who will not believe. They will say Miami had a bad day. Clemson is not that good. Clemson will fold like a camel-herder's tent along the way.
They will watch and wait for that fall, too stubbornly prideful or too afraid to see.
But you who have seen, it is time to believe. It doesn't matter how you left the path. Welcome back to the fight.