Finding the white-hot center of the college football universe is not easy. Unless you have family there, it's easy to overlook -- even if you grew up 15 miles away. Start in Charleston and drive north on Highway 52 and then Highway 17-A, past all the lemon-colored trailer homes, the cornfields and smiley-faced satellite dishes. Don't expect the sweet-smelling magnolia South you read about in Faulkner. This is tall-timber, trailer park country, and it reeks of Billy Bob Thornton.
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