bluevols27
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I often think about this game for many reasons. It marked a turning point in my life. I was at the game with my dad, who passed away about two years later. I was 16 at the time. For me, it was both a turning point and the beginning of UT football’s long decline into irrelevance. In so many ways, it parallels my own life.
I’m 40 now, and the game still comes to mind during make-or-break moments. What went wrong that night? We were the better team. LSU’s quarterback got hurt, and it felt impossible that we could lose. Then, suddenly, we started making mistakes. I remember the Stevens fumble as an absolute gut punch — something we didn’t deserve, but that the universe seemed determined to deal us anyway. We should never have lost that game. I remember the look on Savana face as if his body language was saying “I stole that one, and I know I stole that one”. It marked Saban’s true ascendency and Fulmer’s actual decline. We still should have never lost that game.
To me, it was a sliding-doors moment in the history of our program. That game became symbolic of life itself: bad things will happen to you beyond your control, and you’ll have no choice but to endure them. From there, we drifted into twenty years of doldrums. I’ve often felt bitter about that night, still believing that if we had won, we would have gone on to the Rose Bowl and claimed our second national title in three years. But fate wouldn’t allow it.
Being in that stadium during the fourth quarter, I had never felt so powerless and defeated. The worst part was how inevitable it all felt, as if destiny had already been written.
Hopefully we now have cleared out karmic debt, and can get back to the level we were at on that night. We were the best team in the land. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. We are close to it now.
Go Vols