I was thinking about this whenever the story about the players going to jail was posted. I would spend a night in jail just to have one of my old weekends back in college: Friday (no class), Saturday, Sunday, Monday (one class)
Funny thing, Knoxville and snow.
The first time that I visited my friends in Knoxville was back in 2005 (for Fight Night). There was a snow storm that produced maybe 2-3 inches, but we got caught on the Plateau in heavier snow on the way back from Knoxville. From that moment on, I could feel UT beckoning to me to return to the beautiful mountains and the fun that I had.
Enrolling in UT was one of the best decisions that I've ever made in my life.
06-11 (yes, I was on the 5 year plan) so I got to experience the final 3 years of Fulmer, the Kiffin experiment, and the first Dooley year. Throw the final years of the great Pat Summitt in there, and the Pearl Era of basketball.
The block parties and house parties in The Fort.
Living in Knoxville Place before it was a dorm. Back when it was 12 floors of constant nonsense and debauchery.
I met my wife at UT and we have so many good memories of UT/Knoxville as well.
There was a hill in the back of my neighborhood where my friends and I lived. Every time that it would snow we would drink (read: chug) whiskey and try to sled and snowboard down the hill.
Have fun college kids, never grow up.
[takes sip of coffee as tear rolls down cheek]
[makes call #28 on the day]