Not long ago, I attended the basketball game between Clemson and Duke in Littlejohn Coliseum. The exciting thing about being a Clemson student is the general passion everyone involved with the school has for the institution. Clemson has consistently exceeded my expectations in terms of fan support and spirit. With that in mind, now factor in that this match up with Duke, consistently one of the top teams in the NCAA, played host to ESPN’s College GameDay. Simply put, Littlejohn was loud, and the stage was set for Clemson to battle one of the top teams in the nation. My arrival at the game was significantly delayed by leaving my ticket in my car and not noticing until I walked all the way across campus and up the steps of Littlejohn. After about twenty minutes worth of walking to retrieve my ticket and return to the coliseum, I made my way to my seat. Here I landed myself into another interesting situation. Obviously the game had a large crowd, and someone from that crowd decided they liked my seat significantly better than theirs. In fact, he was so attached to my seat that he was choking back tears by the time he decided to vacate my seat and find another one. The amusing part is, the seat he chose was a vacant seat at the end of the same row I was on, and I had the distinct pleasure of being on the receiving end of a steady glare from the end of the row for much of the first half. I am not quite sure what was so special about my particular seat, but it was interesting to notice how personally some people take anything that does not go entirely their way. After all of my pre-game distractions, I finally got to watch an amazing half of basketball. I say an amazing half because the second half did not exactly go according to my plan for the game. When it all comes down to it, the gamecocks and the blue devils have always been my two least favorite teams, and after we were tied with Duke at halftime, I yelled myself hoarse trying to help ignite some kind of fire to pull ahead in the second half. The great thing about Clemson and its fans is for all the yelling and screaming I was doing, I could hardly make out my own voice amongst the collective roar from the crowd. Being a part of such a unified group whose only goal is to cheer Clemson on to a victory is extremely entertaining. I hope we, as fans, can take the passion we showed so clearly against Duke, and set that as our standard for the remaining games this season. I say this not just because of the support it gives to the players, but each game is truly more fun to attend when all anyone can hear coming out of Littlejohn is a deafening roar. That basketball game really helped pull me out of my “rut.” I feel it is in the nature of every human being to become complacent. I also feel that being complacent can be hazardous for college students. This game helped remind me of the caliber of people we have here in Clemson, and I hope there are a few more games this year where all the Clemson Tigers can bring Littlejohn up to near deafening levels.