GENTLEMEN, START YOUR FAX MACHINES. I'm sure this will be covered a good bit during the course of Wednesday, but figured it'd be wise to have a repository for news, elation, and wailing & gnashing of teeth.
I and my comrades are (fortunately?) without much suspense for the day. None of our targets remain open, except Cedrick Cooper and some in-state dude who's apparently waiting until Valentine's to seal the deal. So I invite you all to to worry, curse, speculate, gesticulate, and bloviate over what 17-18 year olds may or may not do here.
Best of luck to you and may you all find a 6'6", 290 lbs. lineman under your Signingmas tree. Except Clemson. Fuck you in the pee pee hole with a linoleum knife.