Melvin ‘Quick Six’ Ingram? Nope.
Jadeveon Clowney? Sorry, try again.
Marcus Lattimore or Alshon Jeffery? They sure as hell help, but no.
It’s the monstrous chunk of Carolina concrete standing proud at the corner of Bluff Road and George Rogers Boulevard. The name is Billy Brice. For those of you playing at home, I’m referring to Williams-Brice Stadium (a.k.a. the 'Cock Pit' a.k.a. 'Billy Bob Brice' a.k.a. 'Ill Will'), and more importantly the fans inside it.
The closest thing to Williams-Brice that these Navy players have ever witnessed was in their 2009 season opener against an over-ranked Ohio State team. After spanking those guys in back-to-back Outback bowls, and after living in the Midwest (Chicago) for the past four years, I can tell you with full confidence that Buckeye fans are weak sauce, comparatively. Fans that fill The Horseshoe are like the Taco Bell Mild sauce and the fans in ol’ Billy Brice are like Maurice’s Gourmet Barbeque Sauce with some added habanero. You can’t even compare.
But don’t the Midshipmen play the Irish every year, you ask? Yes, I am taking this into consideration as I type this post AT THE NOTRE DAME TAILGATE this very moment. I’ve gotten away with a lot of things tailgating in South Carolina, but what I’m doing now (sitting in front of a computer typing) would never fly. Yeah, it’s 8am, but still I should be making rooster crows right about now. I’m sure Notre Dame fans will flood the comment section here, but let me call you all’s bluff and kick reality about South Bend. You want the truth? The House That Rockne Built is like a library on game day compared to what goes on in Columbia. The student section can be halfway intimidating, but the other 90% of the seats are filled with old retired folk.