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On one perfect late-September afternoon forty years ago, upon entering Glacier National Park, I fell in love with the great state of Montana. If certain corporate sponsorship commitments begin to fall in place, I will finally have the opportunity to call the Last Best Place home, initially in the Billings area. How many of you fellow Tennessee fans reside in Montana and where? I know of NEVolFan, who lives thirty miles west of Glacier, and montanatenn, who lives in Big Timber. Toujours Pret said that he anticipates moving to Whitefish in the fall. Are there other Big Orange fans in Montana and what are your stories?
It is possible that I met one of you on a previous trip, either in Montana or Wyoming, over ten years ago. We had stopped at a gas station or truck stop to refuel; a gentleman who noticed our Tennessee license plates came over to talk. It turns out he was an equally hard-core Tennessee fan who, if memory serves me correctly, had grown up in east Tennessee and eventually moved to southcentral Montana in order to pursue a ranching lifestyle, again if memory serves me correctly. He related that every time he told his daughters about the enormity of Neyland Stadium and the crowds that attended Tennessee football games, their faces assumed this look of utter disbelief. It was as though Jim Bridger was talking about petrified birds singing petrified songs in petrified trees.
I have seen that same look when conversing with a bartender in Billings in, I believe, 2005. We were attending an academic conference on the Florida weekend and told him, as the game was being televised, that probably 106-107,000 people were in attendance. He just shook his head and said, Thats more people than live in this entire city.
In any event, I look forward to discovering how many Tennessee fans I might have ultimately as Montana neighbors. After all, as you well know, distance is a very relative concept in the great state of Montana.
It is possible that I met one of you on a previous trip, either in Montana or Wyoming, over ten years ago. We had stopped at a gas station or truck stop to refuel; a gentleman who noticed our Tennessee license plates came over to talk. It turns out he was an equally hard-core Tennessee fan who, if memory serves me correctly, had grown up in east Tennessee and eventually moved to southcentral Montana in order to pursue a ranching lifestyle, again if memory serves me correctly. He related that every time he told his daughters about the enormity of Neyland Stadium and the crowds that attended Tennessee football games, their faces assumed this look of utter disbelief. It was as though Jim Bridger was talking about petrified birds singing petrified songs in petrified trees.
I have seen that same look when conversing with a bartender in Billings in, I believe, 2005. We were attending an academic conference on the Florida weekend and told him, as the game was being televised, that probably 106-107,000 people were in attendance. He just shook his head and said, Thats more people than live in this entire city.
In any event, I look forward to discovering how many Tennessee fans I might have ultimately as Montana neighbors. After all, as you well know, distance is a very relative concept in the great state of Montana.