I sat next to a recent Clemson grad (David) at the game Saturday. My wife is not much into discussing football – so David and I yelled and talked Clemson football the entire game.
I liked David, but David was a Woohooer. I didn’t say anything to him about it, but in the 3rd quarter he asked me why I yelled “Fight Tigers, Fight Tigers, Fight, Fight” when I was supposed to be WooHooing.
I switched into intervention mode. Here was a young man, crying out for help. I explained to David that the WooHoo was NOT a Clemson tradition. He thought it had been around forever, like The Hill and Howard’s Rock. David admitted that he had always done the WooHoo because everybody else seemed to be doing it, but that it seemed like a strange cheer. I told David it was OK and he didn’t have to WooHoo anymore.
Let’s welcome David back from the Dark Side. David is now a non-WooHooer