by Christopher Paschal
I never met Clisby Clarke. He passed away when I was a freshman in college. In fact, it wasn’t until I was a senior at Wofford that I even heard of the legendary Georgian. And like most great stories, our meeting starts with me being a horrible student.
I was sitting in the library, not studying, but instead watching old SEC football highlights on YouTube. Among the suggested videos on the right side of my computer screen was something called “Bulldog Bite” by Clisby Clarke. I don’t even think I meant to click on it, but somehow it started playing, and before you knew it, I was grinning and tapping my feet along to the song.
“Who the hell is this guy?” I remember thinking. After listening to the song a few more times, followed by a quick Google search, I knew this was my kind of guy. Clisby instantly became my friend. You read that right. Clisby, a man I never met, is my friend. And I believe a lot of people would second my feelings. Described by many who were close to him as having a “larger-than-life personality,” Clisby is an important character in Southern history. One of his colleagues referred to him at a dinner party as “The Godfather of the South.”
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