SkidsisVFL's Gen Neyland Ultimate Maxim Countdown to FOOTBALL TIME IN TENNESSEE!!!

#52
#52
Team Maxim #24: A quitter never wins & a winner never quits.

Perhaps where not having a headcase at QB and a loser at HC comes in handy. Dooley's teams were known to throw in the towel in games and Tyler Bray was the worst offender at times. There were two games specifically last year (UGA and So Car) where you could tell the team was not going to quit. Thus the drastic difference in why last year finished with the same record, but it felt like progress was made from the '12 season.

21 days left! GO VOLS!!!
 
#53
#53
Team Maxim #25: Keep everlastingly on the job.

Warning, I get a bit emotional:
This one is especially personal for me, and since it falls on the right day, it's only fitting I discuss it more in-depth. Many years ago, when I was a little tyke, my father worked nights in Johnson City. He would return home to Kingsport early the next morning, sit on the couch, and be asleep within moments. I still remember the day he didn't. My mom called the house to alert my sisters and I that my father had been in a car wreck and was being airlifted to Holston Valley hospital. He had broken bones, his face had been hit with the airbag and he had to have his pelvic bone restructured. Dad had fallen asleep at the wheel between the Gray and Eastern Star exits, crossed the median into the wrong lane of traffic and hit the back wheels of a tractor trailer. The fact that he survived and--after a year of rehab--was able to walk unassisted again was nothing short of a miracle. All was not well, though. Soon after he was rehabbed, we found that he was having trouble telling time and doing simple math. After a few years of noticeable mental deterioration, we took him to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN for evaluation. He was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's Disease. Needless to say, nothing was the same. Soon, he was scarce able to string words together and needed assistance dressing, eating, bathing, etc. That's where mom and I excelled. Throughout middle school and most of high school, I was majorly responsible for caring for dad as I was trying to grow myself. At times, it was hard emotionally having to deal with the wild emotions and hormones of being a teenager while caring for someone who desperately wanted to function normally. If I did not "keep everlastingly on the job" at hand, I would not have made it through. But I did. And I try to live each day in a way that would make my father proud. He passed away 4 years ago today and I'm still not used to it. It took a while, but I'm finally comfortable with telling my story, because it is MY story, and I am not in the business of denying a critical part of my life being on record. It just goes to show, you never know what will happen in life and to be prepared for anything, good or bad. Both are the essence of life.

RIP Stephen W Skidmore, Sr. May 31, 1961-August 11, 2010

(20 days left. Go damn VOLS.)
 
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#54
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SkidsisVFL said:
Team Maxim #25: Keep everlastingly on the job.

Warning, I get a bit emotional:
This one is especially personal for me, and since it falls on the right day, it's only fitting I discuss it more in-depth. Many years ago, when I was a little tyke, my father worked nights in Johnson City. He would return home to Kingsport early the next morning, sit on the couch, and be asleep within moments. I still remember the day he didn't. My mom called the house to alert my sisters and I that my father had been in a car wreck and was being airlifted to Holston Valley hospital. He had broken bones, his face had been hit with the airbag and he had to have his pelvic bone restructured. Dad had fallen asleep at the wheel between the Gray and Eastern Star exits, crossed the median into the wrong lane of traffic and hit the back wheels of a tractor trailer. The fact that he survived and--after a year of rehab--was able to walk unassisted again was nothing short of a miracle. All was not well, though. Soon after he was rehabbed, we found that he was having trouble telling time and doing simple math. After a few years of noticeable mental deterioration, we took him to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN for evaluation. He was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's Disease. Needless to say, nothing was the same. Soon, he was scarce able to string words together and needed assistance dressing, eating, bathing, etc. That's where mom and I excelled. Throughout middle school and most of high school, I was majorly responsible for caring for dad as I was trying to grow myself. At times, it was hard emotionally having to deal with the wild emotions and hormones of being a teenager while caring for someone who desperately wanted to function normally. If I did not "keep everlastingly on the job" at hand, I would not have made it through. But I did. And I try to live each day in a way that would make my father proud. He passed away 4 years ago today and I'm still not used to it. It took a while, but I'm finally comfortable with telling my story, because it is MY story, and I am not in the business of denying a critical part of my life being on record. It just goes to show, you never know what will happen in life and to be prepared for anything, good or bad. Both are the essence of life.

RIP Stephen W Skidmore, Sr. May 31, 1961-August 11, 2010

(20 days left. Go damn VOLS.)
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Peace to you, keep on keeping on!
 
#55
#55
SkidsisVFL said:
Team Maxim #25: Keep everlastingly on the job.

Warning, I get a bit emotional:
This one is especially personal for me, and since it falls on the right day, it's only fitting I discuss it more in-depth. Many years ago, when I was a little tyke, my father worked nights in Johnson City. He would return home to Kingsport early the next morning, sit on the couch, and be asleep within moments. I still remember the day he didn't. My mom called the house to alert my sisters and I that my father had been in a car wreck and was being airlifted to Holston Valley hospital. He had broken bones, his face had been hit with the airbag and he had to have his pelvic bone restructured. Dad had fallen asleep at the wheel between the Gray and Eastern Star exits, crossed the median into the wrong lane of traffic and hit the back wheels of a tractor trailer. The fact that he survived and--after a year of rehab--was able to walk unassisted again was nothing short of a miracle. All was not well, though. Soon after he was rehabbed, we found that he was having trouble telling time and doing simple math. After a few years of noticeable mental deterioration, we took him to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN for evaluation. He was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's Disease. Needless to say, nothing was the same. Soon, he was scarce able to string words together and needed assistance dressing, eating, bathing, etc. That's where mom and I excelled. Throughout middle school and most of high school, I was majorly responsible for caring for dad as I was trying to grow myself. At times, it was hard emotionally having to deal with the wild emotions and hormones of being a teenager while caring for someone who desperately wanted to function normally. If I did not "keep everlastingly on the job" at hand, I would not have made it through. But I did. And I try to live each day in a way that would make my father proud. He passed away 4 years ago today and I'm still not used to it. It took a while, but I'm finally comfortable with telling my story, because it is MY story, and I am not in the business of denying a critical part of my life being on record. It just goes to show, you never know what will happen in life and to be prepared for anything, good or bad. Both are the essence of life.

RIP Stephen W Skidmore, Sr. May 31, 1961-August 11, 2010

(20 days left. Go damn VOLS.)
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Thank you for sharing - you are right - both ARE the essence of life!
 
#56
#56
SkidsisVFL said:
Team Maxim #25: Keep everlastingly on the job.

Warning, I get a bit emotional:
This one is especially personal for me, and since it falls on the right day, it's only fitting I discuss it more in-depth. Many years ago, when I was a little tyke, my father worked nights in Johnson City. He would return home to Kingsport early the next morning, sit on the couch, and be asleep within moments. I still remember the day he didn't. My mom called the house to alert my sisters and I that my father had been in a car wreck and was being airlifted to Holston Valley hospital. He had broken bones, his face had been hit with the airbag and he had to have his pelvic bone restructured. Dad had fallen asleep at the wheel between the Gray and Eastern Star exits, crossed the median into the wrong lane of traffic and hit the back wheels of a tractor trailer. The fact that he survived and--after a year of rehab--was able to walk unassisted again was nothing short of a miracle. All was not well, though. Soon after he was rehabbed, we found that he was having trouble telling time and doing simple math. After a few years of noticeable mental deterioration, we took him to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN for evaluation. He was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's Disease. Needless to say, nothing was the same. Soon, he was scarce able to string words together and needed assistance dressing, eating, bathing, etc. That's where mom and I excelled. Throughout middle school and most of high school, I was majorly responsible for caring for dad as I was trying to grow myself. At times, it was hard emotionally having to deal with the wild emotions and hormones of being a teenager while caring for someone who desperately wanted to function normally. If I did not "keep everlastingly on the job" at hand, I would not have made it through. But I did. And I try to live each day in a way that would make my father proud. He passed away 4 years ago today and I'm still not used to it. It took a while, but I'm finally comfortable with telling my story, because it is MY story, and I am not in the business of denying a critical part of my life being on record. It just goes to show, you never know what will happen in life and to be prepared for anything, good or bad. Both are the essence of life.

RIP Stephen W Skidmore, Sr. May 31, 1961-August 11, 2010

(20 days left. Go damn VOLS.)
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You chose the right things to excel in. Priorities are in line.

Thank you for sharing.
 
#59
#59
Team Maxim #26: Be the first to line up.

This shows preparedness and a ready to compete attitude. Lining up first is especially important in our hurry-up tempo, as the quicker we line up, the quicker we can start the next play and the shorter time a defense has to adjust to a new formation. I don't feel like our team will have a problem with this. Butch just mentioned the other day that no one has been late to a team meeting, most are there 15 minutes early and players were lining up at 5 am for pre-practice treatments, so the initiative is there for most of the team. We should see it transfer to the football field.

19 days left! GO VOLS!!!
 
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#60
#60
Team Maxim #27: Never stop fighting.

18 days left! GO VOLS!!!

(I'll edit this when I get home from work, have to go back from break)
 
#64
#64
SkidsisVFL said:
Team Maxim #25: Keep everlastingly on the job.

Warning, I get a bit emotional:
This one is especially personal for me, and since it falls on the right day, it's only fitting I discuss it more in-depth. Many years ago, when I was a little tyke, my father worked nights in Johnson City. He would return home to Kingsport early the next morning, sit on the couch, and be asleep within moments. I still remember the day he didn't. My mom called the house to alert my sisters and I that my father had been in a car wreck and was being airlifted to Holston Valley hospital. He had broken bones, his face had been hit with the airbag and he had to have his pelvic bone restructured. Dad had fallen asleep at the wheel between the Gray and Eastern Star exits, crossed the median into the wrong lane of traffic and hit the back wheels of a tractor trailer. The fact that he survived and--after a year of rehab--was able to walk unassisted again was nothing short of a miracle. All was not well, though. Soon after he was rehabbed, we found that he was having trouble telling time and doing simple math. After a few years of noticeable mental deterioration, we took him to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN for evaluation. He was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer's Disease. Needless to say, nothing was the same. Soon, he was scarce able to string words together and needed assistance dressing, eating, bathing, etc. That's where mom and I excelled. Throughout middle school and most of high school, I was majorly responsible for caring for dad as I was trying to grow myself. At times, it was hard emotionally having to deal with the wild emotions and hormones of being a teenager while caring for someone who desperately wanted to function normally. If I did not "keep everlastingly on the job" at hand, I would not have made it through. But I did. And I try to live each day in a way that would make my father proud. He passed away 4 years ago today and I'm still not used to it. It took a while, but I'm finally comfortable with telling my story, because it is MY story, and I am not in the business of denying a critical part of my life being on record. It just goes to show, you never know what will happen in life and to be prepared for anything, good or bad. Both are the essence of life.

RIP Stephen W Skidmore, Sr. May 31, 1961-August 11, 2010

(20 days left. Go damn VOLS.)
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Your Dad is 8 months older than me and i can relate. Your thread is awsome and sounds like you are too...good man...good form. GO DAMN VOLS!
 
#65
#65
August 16--Team Maxim #30: Be aggressive, you can't win the game on your side of the scrimmage line.

15 days left! GO VOLS!!!
 
#66
#66
August 17--Team Maxim #31: If the game is going against you, keep your head up, set your jaw, and dig in. This is what tests the stuff you are made of.

14 days left! GO VOLS!!!
 
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Team Maxim #32: Hate & abhor the scrimmage line; it is a restraining mark.

Just don't jump offsides. The line of scrimmage should only mark where you start, not where you finish. You should be striving to leave the LoS far behind you as you move the ball downfield or push the opposing offense backward. You can't do your team service by staying at or behind the LoS. Hopefully, our beloved team will spend an inordinate amount of time past the line this year.

13 days left! GO VOLS!!!
 
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#71
August 19-Team Maxim #33: "Turf" their defense! Get them down!
August 20-Team Maxim #34: A winning team quickens its play as it nears the goal line!
August 21-Team Maxim #35: Get the jump on your teammates on the charge.
August 22-Team Maxim #36: Follow the ball!
August 23-Team Maxim #37: Play your own position well first.
August 24--Team Maxim #38: Line -- charge with the ball!
 
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#72
#72
Game Maxim #1: The team that makes the fewest mistakes will win.

Though much has been made about our young team and how they need to avoid mistakes, the same can be said for our opponent. Utah State has a (n almost) completely new OL, a QB and RB returning from ACL injury, a suspect secondary, WRs distracted by off-field incidents, and 100k+ rabid fans in a Neyland night game. That all adds up to show that perhaps, the key to the game will be how many mistakes they make given the circumstances, and how many we can avoid...not the other way round.

6 days left! GO VOLS!!!
 
#73
#73
Game Maxim #2: Play for and make the breaks and when one comes your way--SCORE.

Game Maxim #3. If at first the game--or the breaks--go against you, don't let up...put on more steam.

Hopefully things won't go against us too much to start out Sunday. Should Utah State begin to battle back (history suggests that they will), we will simply need to push back harder. The snap and clear mentality must be intact for the defense especially. If Keeton scrambles for a first on 3rd and long, the D must be ready to hit him square in the mouth the next play and not feel upset about giving up a big play. Most importantly we need to be sure to score when we are down...and score when we're not.

4 days left! GO VOLS!!!
 
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