Every since I can remember, I have been obsessed with football. When I was about 5/6 years old, I was sitting in the floor in front of the tv "channel surfing" ( old box set tv without a remote) and I came across a football game. I remember seeing these huge guys in helmets and thinking how tough they looked ramming and jumping on each other. I remember asking my grandmother, which raised me, "Nanny how'd their shoulders get so big?" She said "they eat all their food!" It was a poor attempt of many to try and get me to eat more. From that day forward I was all about some football.
A few years later, my grandmother would marry a guy named Larry from Red Bank, Tn. We were born and raised in Georgia and living in Dalton at the time, which has its fair share of Vol fans, but it's still dadgum Dawg country..
Now Larry was a real pos. Drunk, abusive, wouldn't hold a job and constantly in and out of jail. Total opposite of my Papa and why she ever gave him a chance is beyond me. Anyway, this guy was diehard Tennessee and diehard Dale Earnhardt. So I grew up watching a lot of Tennessee football, but never rooted for them. In fact, I was almost a Gator fan just to get under his skin. Although, red WAS my favorite color as a kid and GA was the hometown team, and despite my mother always buying me Ga gear and Herschel Walker posters, I was born to hate those filthy mutts even before I knew why.
Flashforward to my middle school era (mid 90s) I was your typical Cowboys bandwagon fan. Didn't care much about college ball, though it was a staple around the house in the fall. Sometimes, Larry would let me watch the Cowboys, but he was always talking to me about college ball. I grew up watching some of the greatest moments and greatest players in Vol history and didn't think much of it. I even told Larry I was a Nebraska fan once lol.
It wasn't until around 1999-2000 when I really started paying attention to Tennessee football and taking an interest of my own. We had finally escaped Larry and was living in a little town called Cohutta, Ga. We didn't have cable there at the time and my source of entertainment was newspapers and whatever the rabbit ears picked up on tv. So through the week I read a lot about Tennessee in the newspapers and slowly fell in love with the Tennessee and some guy named Casey Clausen. As much as I hated Larry, it just felt right. It felt familiar, it was full circle. It wasn't long until I started following along on tv and haven't missed a game in nearly 25 years.
I found out ol Larry passed away a few years ago and even with all my hate for that man, I couldn't help but wonder through our good years how proud he must have been and how shocked I become a VFL.