I know this was a few years ago, but what do y'all remember about what y'all did after we beat Bama in '22

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I remember that whole entire day, exactly what happened, I was at my friend's house cause I had just spent the night there, it was one of only two times I missed the first quarter with my Dad since 2022, I watched the first quarter then went home, then fast forward to when the game was ending, after Chase McGrath made that kick, me and my dad were crying and we jumped in our pool with all of our clothes on, it was hands down the greatest night of my life.
 
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My actions (the game) cost me (well, final straw) my upcoming marriage. I was with my fiance and her politician family at her blue ridge mountain farm as they prepared to host for a giant formal ball at the farm for late autumn.. acted entirely normal, high fives on first downs, UVA family who didn't care about the vols. The future father in law got excited watching near the end then we won and I got drunk, more than already, ****ing wasted, jumping like a monkey and being insane, chugging Tennessee whiskey, shaking the guy practically, as he soon after returned somewhere else to work on their party.. this game was right at the peak of my homesickness. They didn't know how insane this victory was. Imagery of my whole family, my friends, deceased vols, all rushing my head. Our beautiful state, our people, their culture I did not belong to

I was so homesick. Goosebumps all day. God I missed my people, Tennesseans. Did I really want to rot in UVA land? In my drunk mind, this was pure rebellion against this family and their poshness, their high class pretentiousness.. and homesickness, for my rowdy friends, for my true old self, months of filtering myself, my right wing 2A nut job views with this weird Democrat politician family. This, in my mind, was PURE Tennessee rebellion. That Irish drunkenness.

so I was going wild. He had just left, hearing echoes of **** ALABAMA **** VIRGINIA GO VOLS as I dumped the mag on my ar15 screaming go ****ing vols, running around the field with rocky top on my mustang speakers, as well as trying out jumping on neighbors cow over the fence, then streaked and ran with the neighborhood dog pack, like 10 dogs who loved me, down the driveway and running around, then later almost got in fights at a UVA sports bar in Charolettesvillr next to campus later.. talking about how UVA sucks, Tennessee would curb stomp them, dressed in orange pants orange hoodie orange hat, total cringe, then drove recklessly and woke up with a breakup note.

The writing was on the wall anyways around that time, I missed home. I had missed Tennessee so badly upon living surrounded by pretentious assholes near Charlottesville. Every day I missed home, this game made me cry. That was my PEOPLE, not over there.. I rarely ever showed my ass with those upper class democrat politicians and they likely all changed views, including her. It was like a drunk rebellion against Virginia colonial culture as a whole. Folks, there is nothing like home. **** UVA!! That night was about ME, MY PEOPLE, MY FAMILY, MY GRANDFATHER, MY STATE, AND MY CULTURE. **** VIRGINIA!!


The game cost me my marriage,
Best night of my life.
Would I do it again? You bet your ass I would.

Go ****ing vols. That game I had fully made up my mind that this was not my future family or state-- mutually!!
 
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207 others said:
My actions (the game) cost me (well, final straw) my upcoming marriage. I was with my fiance and her politician family at her blue ridge mountain farm as they prepared to host for a giant formal ball at the farm for late autumn.. acted entirely normal, high fives on first downs, UVA family who didn't care about the vols. The future father in law got excited watching near the end then we won and I got drunk, more than already, ****ing wasted, jumping like a monkey and being insane, chugging Tennessee whiskey, shaking the guy practically, as he soon after returned somewhere else to work on their party.. this game was right at the peak of my homesickness. They didn't know how insane this victory was. Imagery of my whole family, my friends, deceased vols, all rushing my head. Our beautiful state, our people, their culture I did not belong to

I was so homesick. Goosebumps all day. God I missed my people, Tennesseans. Did I really want to rot in UVA land? In my drunk mind, this was pure rebellion against this family and their poshness, their high class pretentiousness.. and homesickness, for my rowdy friends, for my true old self, months of filtering myself, my right wing 2A nut job views with this weird Democrat politician family. This, in my mind, was PURE Tennessee rebellion. That Irish drunkenness.

so I was going wild. He had just left, hearing echoes of **** ALABAMA **** VIRGINIA GO VOLS as I dumped the mag on my ar15 screaming go ****ing vols, running around the field with rocky top on my mustang speakers, as well as trying out jumping on neighbors cow over the fence, then streaked and ran with the neighborhood dog pack, like 10 dogs who loved me, down the driveway and running around, then later almost got in fights at a UVA sports bar in Charolettesvillr next to campus later.. talking about how UVA sucks, Tennessee would curb stomp them, dressed in orange pants orange hoodie orange hat, total cringe, then drove recklessly and woke up with a breakup note.

The writing was on the wall anyways around that time, I missed home. I had missed Tennessee so badly upon living surrounded by pretentious assholes near Charlottesville. Every day I missed home, this game made me cry. That was my PEOPLE, not there.. I rarely ever showed my ass with those upper class democrat politicians and they likely all changed views, including her. It was like a drunk rebellion against Virginia colonial culture as a whole. Folks, there is nothing like home. **** UVA!! That night was about ME, MY PEOPLE, MY FAMILY, MY GRANDFATHER, MY STATE, AND MY CULTURE. **** VIRGINIA!!


The game cost me my marriage,
Best night of my life.
Would I do it again? You bet your ass I would.

Go ****ing vols. That game I had fully made up my mind that this was not my future family or state-- mutually!!
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In the words of the great Lewis Grizzard: 'Damn brother, I don't think I'd a told that'.

I sat on my patio and smoked a big stogie.
 
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Oh, man. This was my favorite Vol memory since the 2004 Florida football win, when I was a sophomore in college. Soā€¦

I wasnā€™t at the game, but I was at the watch party. I went into the event not convinced at all that we would win (BVS on full display). I was just having fun with a couple of friends, who drove down to Knoxville to watch the game with me. We all graduated in 2006, which was the last year the Vols beat Bama at the time.

Anyway, we watched the game at the watch party, and when the Vols won, we all were overjoyed. We didnā€™t want the night to end. We spent the whole night walking around the fort, chanting ā€œclass of 2006!ā€ and several college kids invited us up to their apartments to have a beer. I was the DD, so I didnā€™t drink anything, but I really enjoyed my friends having some drinks with college students nearly half our age.

Looking back on it, Iā€™m really happy I wasnā€™t drinking, because I remember everything, and they donā€™t. šŸ˜

Anyway, if I ever get to relive any part of my life, that night is in the top 5 of choices, thatā€™s for sure!
 
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207 others said:
My actions (the game) cost me (well, final straw) my upcoming marriage. I was with my fiance and her politician family at her blue ridge mountain farm as they prepared to host for a giant formal ball at the farm for late autumn.. acted entirely normal, high fives on first downs, UVA family who didn't care about the vols. The future father in law got excited watching near the end then we won and I got drunk, more than already, ****ing wasted, jumping like a monkey and being insane, chugging Tennessee whiskey, shaking the guy practically, as he soon after returned somewhere else to work on their party.. this game was right at the peak of my homesickness. They didn't know how insane this victory was. Imagery of my whole family, my friends, deceased vols, all rushing my head. Our beautiful state, our people, their culture I did not belong to

I was so homesick. Goosebumps all day. God I missed my people, Tennesseans. Did I really want to rot in UVA land? In my drunk mind, this was pure rebellion against this family and their poshness, their high class pretentiousness.. and homesickness, for my rowdy friends, for my true old self, months of filtering myself, my right wing 2A nut job views with this weird Democrat politician family. This, in my mind, was PURE Tennessee rebellion. That Irish drunkenness.

so I was going wild. He had just left, hearing echoes of **** ALABAMA **** VIRGINIA GO VOLS as I dumped the mag on my ar15 screaming go ****ing vols, running around the field with rocky top on my mustang speakers, as well as trying out jumping on neighbors cow over the fence, then streaked and ran with the neighborhood dog pack, like 10 dogs who loved me, down the driveway and running around, then later almost got in fights at a UVA sports bar in Charolettesvillr next to campus later.. talking about how UVA sucks, Tennessee would curb stomp them, dressed in orange pants orange hoodie orange hat, total cringe, then drove recklessly and woke up with a breakup note.

The writing was on the wall anyways around that time, I missed home. I had missed Tennessee so badly upon living surrounded by pretentious assholes near Charlottesville. Every day I missed home, this game made me cry. That was my PEOPLE, not over there.. I rarely ever showed my ass with those upper class democrat politicians and they likely all changed views, including her. It was like a drunk rebellion against Virginia colonial culture as a whole. Folks, there is nothing like home. **** UVA!! That night was about ME, MY PEOPLE, MY FAMILY, MY GRANDFATHER, MY STATE, AND MY CULTURE. **** VIRGINIA!!


The game cost me my marriage,
Best night of my life.
Would I do it again? You bet your ass I would.

Go ****ing vols. That game I had fully made up my mind that this was not my future family or state-- mutually!!
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Dayum
 
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Partied all night with tailgating friends and family in the motorhome lot at Ag campus. Consumed copious volume of food, some of the finest bourbon and stogies.
 
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Bought a vinyl record from one of the Pride of the Southland Marching Band members for a souvenir on the way out of Neyland. Headed over to the Worldā€™s Fair and had some fab chicken paprikash and stuffed peppers at the Hungarian Pavilion.
 
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207 others said:
My actions (the game) cost me (well, final straw) my upcoming marriage. I was with my fiance and her politician family at her blue ridge mountain farm as they prepared to host for a giant formal ball at the farm for late autumn.. acted entirely normal, high fives on first downs, UVA family who didn't care about the vols. The future father in law got excited watching near the end then we won and I got drunk, more than already, ****ing wasted, jumping like a monkey and being insane, chugging Tennessee whiskey, shaking the guy practically, as he soon after returned somewhere else to work on their party.. this game was right at the peak of my homesickness. They didn't know how insane this victory was. Imagery of my whole family, my friends, deceased vols, all rushing my head. Our beautiful state, our people, their culture I did not belong to

I was so homesick. Goosebumps all day. God I missed my people, Tennesseans. Did I really want to rot in UVA land? In my drunk mind, this was pure rebellion against this family and their poshness, their high class pretentiousness.. and homesickness, for my rowdy friends, for my true old self, months of filtering myself, my right wing 2A nut job views with this weird Democrat politician family. This, in my mind, was PURE Tennessee rebellion. That Irish drunkenness.

so I was going wild. He had just left, hearing echoes of **** ALABAMA **** VIRGINIA GO VOLS as I dumped the mag on my ar15 screaming go ****ing vols, running around the field with rocky top on my mustang speakers, as well as trying out jumping on neighbors cow over the fence, then streaked and ran with the neighborhood dog pack, like 10 dogs who loved me, down the driveway and running around, then later almost got in fights at a UVA sports bar in Charolettesvillr next to campus later.. talking about how UVA sucks, Tennessee would curb stomp them, dressed in orange pants orange hoodie orange hat, total cringe, then drove recklessly and woke up with a breakup note.

The writing was on the wall anyways around that time, I missed home. I had missed Tennessee so badly upon living surrounded by pretentious assholes near Charlottesville. Every day I missed home, this game made me cry. That was my PEOPLE, not over there.. I rarely ever showed my ass with those upper class democrat politicians and they likely all changed views, including her. It was like a drunk rebellion against Virginia colonial culture as a whole. Folks, there is nothing like home. **** UVA!! That night was about ME, MY PEOPLE, MY FAMILY, MY GRANDFATHER, MY STATE, AND MY CULTURE. **** VIRGINIA!!


The game cost me my marriage,
Best night of my life.
Would I do it again? You bet your ass I would.

Go ****ing vols. That game I had fully made up my mind that this was not my future family or state-- mutually!!
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I mean, I hate Georgia more than anyone, and love my Vols. Wouldn't trade my Georgia wife for anything. May want to duct tape her occasionally, but Wouldn't trade it for nothing šŸ˜…
 
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Oh, man. This was my favorite Vol memory since the 2004 Florida football win, when I was a sophomore in college. Soā€¦

I wasnā€™t at the game, but I was at the watch party. I went into the event not convinced at all that we would win (BVS on full display). I was just having fun with a couple of friends, who drove down to Knoxville to watch the game with me. We all graduated in 2006, which was the last year the Vols beat Bama at the time.

Anyway, we watched the game at the watch party, and when the Vols won, we all were overjoyed. We didnā€™t want the night to end. We spent the whole night walking around the fort, chanting ā€œclass of 2006!ā€ and several college kids invited us up to their apartments to have a beer. I was the DD, so I didnā€™t drink anything, but I really enjoyed my friends having some drinks with college students nearly half our age.

Looking back on it, Iā€™m really happy I wasnā€™t drinking, because I remember everything, and they donā€™t. šŸ˜

Anyway, if I ever get to relive any part of my life, that night is in the top 5 of choices, thatā€™s for sure!
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Something interesting about both the 22 bama game and 04 florida game, both kickers missed an extra point before making the game winning kick
 
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Was on the phone with my son who was at the game and fell straight to my knees and sobbed like a baby. Then my son said he had to hang up and storm the field. One of the best days in my life! GBO!
 
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I actually was given a free ticket with a friend to see the LSU Florida game that day in Gainesville so I was there. I ended up partying too hard, hit it off with some sorority girls before the game, got invited to a party, got black out drunk before the game and fell asleep in front of one of their school buildings. Missed the game I had a ticket to, didnā€™t go to the party with the girls, but I did wake up and see that we won hahahaha. Had to drive back the next day from Orlando bc my phone went missing, campus police found it.
 
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I was at the game and me and wife were both texting our UT enrolled children to tell them not get hurt getting on field and no getting arrested that night.

We stayed until crowd left and our daughter came back off of field to drive us back to her place to try to sleep.
 
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Off season posts, got to love them. Anyway, when HH threw the pick, I walked out of the room and laid on my bed. I kept on saying to myself are we ever going to beat bama again. A few minutes later my son knocked on my door and told me that the int was overturned. And finally the end. Honestly I was happy but I was not emotional like when we finally beat fu in 2016. When I was at UT we were on a streak against bama so I don't dislike them like I dislike fu. Alright y'all have a great day.
 
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