I'd have to agree with some who said the SugarVols in the Sugar Bowl in 1985 would have been the one I'd like to have seen in person. I did see it on TV and I was about as excited as I've ever been; could not imagine what it would have been like to be there. Having come to most games at Neyland since 1967, I've seen the great ones like the Penn State wins in the 1970's, that Alabama game that broke the long spell against them in 1982 where a running back by the name of Chuck Coleman was a key player -- from my high school, Iroquois, in Louisville, Kentucky, and Reggie White personally dismantling LSU in 1983, the "Bo-1985 to be Heisman Trophy-winner-knows he going to get beat game -- Auburn 1985 where Tony Robinson becomes the story, and and the crescendo building to that awesome game against Miami and future Heisman Trophy winner Vinnie Testaverde. I was living in Chicago the year of the Miracle at South Bend and miraculously I was there as was Jeremy Lincoln's behind. Then all of those good ones with Heath Shuler and the greatest of all time Peyton Manning. I recall James Wilhoit's second chance field goal that won the 2004 game game against Florida. Then there was the incredible NC year. I remember purchasing the biggest TV I could find prior to the opening of the 1998 season and just in time to see the Vols eek out that final second field goal by incredible Jeff Hall against Syracuse and Donovan McNabb which was then followed by that Florida game. My son, who was six years old at the time was with me and probably got his lifelong Orange Bloodedness as the Vols won its first overtime game 20-17 against Florida as they missed that field goal. The southend of the endzone exploded a millisecond ahead of the rest of the stadium because we could see it had missed - I saw the daylight between the goal post and the ball to the left, my right. Since all the rest of the crowd went down on the carpet, I took my son down there, too. By the time, we arrived, the goal post was gone and already making its way down Cumberland Avenue. At South Carolina, where Tee Martin made every pass he threw. Then there was Arky's Clint Stoerner fumble that Billy Ratliff grabbed that raised my spirits from the depths of despair headed toward total exhilaration with Travis Henry pounding out the 40 roads to paydirt and a Vols comeback win to stay #1. Still living in Chicago, I had to overcome the Blizzard of 1998 to get to Phoenix for the NC game and just made it several hours prior to gametime. Giving me that feeling that something good was going to happen, there was an omen at the hotel. Despite living in Chicago, I got the closest hotel room to Midway Airport I could find to make sure I would not miss that early early morning flight; the snow was piled several feet deep and the temperature was more than 20 below zero windchill. In the hotel lobby, I saw another person headed for the airport dressed in Orange. I took up a brief conversation with him and it was Billy Ratliff's father! I heard there were several chartered aircraft who could not make it out of Nashville because of ice. The NC game was definitely colored Orange with the huge Vols crowd there that night. Long and loud into the night were the cheers, "It is GREAT to BE a TENNESSEE VOL!!