When I was a student at Tennessee, Tennessee-LSU was a home game. Was raining just like this. I was on crutches due to a badly sprained ankle. It was so bad that I couldn’t bear weight on it yet. (Walking boots hadn’t been invented yet) Coming back to my seat, going up the stadium stairs in the lower student section, my crutches both slid out from under me at the same time. I was headed face first into the concrete steps, happened so quickly that I didn’t have time to release the crutches. At 2” from a brutal face plant, I stopped in the air. Then I was put back up on my feet. A group of some of the drunkest students on either side of the stairs all caught me simultaneously. It was truly awesome. Half of them could barely speak due to inebriation, but they were lightning fast in their response. I think that my guardian angels stepped in and took control. Only explanation for the quick coordinated effort required to do that. I was sober because of the rain and crutches.
It’s likely that some of you older VN Morans were those students ( or more likely, your parents or grandparents). Just wanted to thank everyone involved in saving me that day!
The year was 1982. Game ended in a 24-24 tie.
This year shall be known as the Year of the Curse Breaker in future Tennessee Football Lore. LSU is the next opponent to feel the wrath of these Tennessee Volunteers.
It’s time for The Curse Breakers to destroy the evil put upon us in the 2001 SECCG. Just one more down in our journey to:
15-0