Eye of the tiger
It was one of those chance encounters.
Leaving the floor of the Clemson-N.C. State game as the second half began, I pulled back the curtain along the exit and there he was. The Clemson Tiger and I were standing virtually nose-to-nose.
He put his paw up to his mouth, gave me an air kiss and patted me on the back.
I don't care what they say about Clemson, that Tiger is pretty smooth.