Vols-Bama 1982. Last row of QQ (standing and leaning against the rail) with the world's fair sight in the distance.
Care to elaborate? I've never heard that one!
Stroh Haus?
Stroh Haus was way over around the Forest ave. parrallel. No, I was literally in the shadow of Neyland in the part where all the rides were - by the river. I'm not sure how I remember much from that day, but since we had lost to Alabammer the previous 11 years I guess it stuck. That, and the electricity that carried beyond the stadium..
Yea, now I know where u talkin bout. That 82 game was the wildest game I ever attended. I remember seeing a guy throw his seatback from the upper deck when we sealed it with the pic. Could have killed someone. Also remember a Bama fan in an El Dorado Cadillac that TN fans started taunting and rockin back in forth. He pulled pistol and started firing it in the air. Some of my buds went in Sophies Cafeteria got some orange jello and tossed it at Bammers as they went by under the TN bridge. And that was just right after the game...the night was young. Classy, I know...but it was a long time coming.
If you remember, they fired a cannon after every U.T. score right out of the gap between those bleachers and the fixed concrete part of the stadium. My first game at Neyland , I sat in those bleachers. We played Ole Miss, and it was some time before 1967 when I enrolled at U.T.While I have many to choose from, my fondest will always be those from early 60's. The family would load up in dads truck camper and travel from west Tn, staying most of the time at montgomery state park before arriving early sat morning at Stockley Athletic Center. Tailgating for us was a camper breakfast made by the moms. Us guys(young teens) would play football in the grass of Stockley while the dads walked the streets getting us all tickets, which wasn't a hard thing to do back in the day. This was how We spent almost all of our Thanksgivings(either Vandy or Kentucky). The stadium then was no end zone bleachers, if I remember correctly and the metal bleechers caused ear aches as We stomped our feet for the Big Orange.
Those were the days....how about yours ?
My dad is gone now, but the last game that we went to, he was probably near 80 years old. We were walking toward the stadium , near the old Alumni Gym, and he got his feet tangled up in a circular plastic strap that some idiot discarded on the sidewalk. We didn't see it, because of all the people walking in front of us. He fell on his face on the concrete walk.That's awesome. Sounds like you and your dad have a very strong relationship.
My dad is gone now, but the last game that we went to, he was probably near 80 years old. We were walking toward the stadium , near the old Alumni Gym, and he got his feet tangled up in a circular plastic strap that some idiot discarded on the sidewalk. We didn't see it, because of all the people walking in front of us. He fell on his face on the concrete walk.
It looked like somebody lassoed his feet, and jerked them out from under him. We went in the stadium, straight to a first aid station. They stopped the bleeding, bandaged him up, and we made the kickoff, and stayed to the final whistle.
He was a Vol fan to the core, a tough old bird, and a trooper. I miss him daily. He took the family to the 1957 Gator Bowl in Jacksonville to see my first Tennessee game. I have been hooked ever since.
He also took the train to Dallas to see U.T. play in the Cotton Bowl in about 1950 or so, because he didn't like to fly ( my mother flew to join him). I still have the program for that game.