Once more,
the Fighting Gamecocks lead the way. (It's especially fun to do at Palmetto, held at
archrival Clemson University.)
It seemed to work pretty well for us, though be prepared to do it for nine or ten matches in quick succession. Once we were eliminated in the semis after six cardiac-inducing elimination rounds at Bayou, I had to sit down for a while to recover. Remember us old people when you formulate*.
*I'd punctuate this with a "GET OFF MY LAWN!", but I know I'm inviting a few similar demands by even suggesting that I'm remotely old.