Iron Sharpens Iron: The Competitive Fire Driving T.J. Moore

It’s supposed to feel like August in Clemson — sticky, oppressive, the kind of heat that drains the legs before the first whistle. But this camp? Dabo Swinney calls it “Club Med.”

“It really isn’t that hot for whatever reason,” he told reporters earlier in the week. “It’s been hot as crap all summer, and then all of a sudden, when we’ve been outside, it’s been cool.