Please allow me to digress for a moment, if for nothing besides personal therapy.
Since the time of Fulmer, I have excitedly waited for the time of Tennessee's rise back to the top of the football world. Like many on here, I grew up in the Majors Fulmer era, and a relatively dominant Tennessee team as to be expected annually. It was never a question of whether we would beat most teams, just by how much. The only real question is could we get Florida, would UGA finally be able to beat us, and maybe a test from Bama. The rest, take for granted.
With each hire, there was what I must now admit was ignorant hope. Kiffin was brash and young and recruited lights out. Dooley showed promise and had some bad breaks, and Butch "got it" and truly loved Tennessee. Era after era, hopes were dashed, but I clinged to one misplaced faith that I thought was a given...
Until very recently, I rather blindly assumed that the AD and the boosters would naturally want to win championships and would take the necessary steps to do so. It makes sense, right? I mean, isn't that the point of this whole thing? Apparently not. I have come to realize that like most things in life, it comes down to money, power and politics. I once thought that we couldn't make the hire because the funds were low, but apparently we are doing well now. Sure Neyland needs some work, but the preoccupation with the facade while the program competes for a foothold with Mizzou, Vandy and Kentucky makes me think the powers miss the forest for the trees.
The mouths do enough talking to keep the masses satisfied, but when it's time to put the money where the mouth is, there is just mouth... and empty words. Maybe I'm wrong, but this is where I think this is. As long as Neyland Stadium in near capacity, licensing deals and sales are high, and donations are good enough to keep padding the bank account, egos, and renovations, the product on the field can remain mediocre. Mainatain enough success to not impact those bottom lines, and if you get lucky and win something of substance... awesome.
You and I are every Tennessee fan. You and I are Mel Gibson's William Wallace in Braveheart, who has stood for Scotland, and fought for freedom, trying to unite the fat rich Scottish nobles who are more content to fight for position and lands for themselves than to use their position and power to give the people the freedom they desire. In the moment when Wallace thinks he has united the clans to fight for freedom, he finds himself knocked off of his horse in battle by a masked opponent... Isaac the Bruce, a nobleman who had just sworn allegiance to Wallace, but as usual, was tempted by the riches of padding his own power and wealth. Isaac believed in the fight, but in that moment, he settled for selfishness and betrayal.
So there we sit, on the battlefield, hurt and dazed, metaphorically looking into the eyes of those we trusted to restore this program. Painfully it becomes clear. They seem to not believe in the battle we thought we were fighting together, and would rather quarrel amongst themselves and pursue other agendas.
Rant over, carry on.