I'll post my article here.....
With two minutes and fifty-six seconds left in the third quarter on Saturday, Knoxville Tennessee, more accurately Neyland Stadium was in the middle of a firestorm of emotions that I have never witnessed, or ever even heard of existing.
Tennessee was down 14-10. They were also down to their third string quarterback. Everything seemed doomed. It was the type of moment that seemed insurmountable. The moment actually began a few minutes before the 2:56 mark of the third. Notre Dame had the football and was about to begin another drive as they searched for a knockout blow. CBS was at commercial; the Volunteers defense was on the field. Tennessee players, led by Jason Allen, began waving their hands in the air asking for support from the fans. As fans, we had given it before, but never like this. We were down before to better teams and by bigger margins, but we were never this low. As though someone had thrown a circuit breaker of emotion, the Neyland Stadium crowd got to their feet and screamed and yelled like never before. The players felt the emotion, the coaches felt the emotion, and every single person inside Neyland Stadium felt the emotion. Tennessee fans had little to cheer or scream for. They were losing and had just lost two talented quarterbacks in as many weeks, but with a Holy Ghost revival kind of support, the Vol fans summoned their own version of Touchdown Jesus.
Almost everyone in the stadium was screaming. I say almost, because I wasnt. I couldnt. I stood in my section, N Box 1 Row 2 Seat 23, and soaked in the emotions. I looked from left to right scanning the crowd. I saw the band playing, their heads moving back and forth, but I couldnt hear a note. I looked into the faces of kids beside me. Their enthusiasm was as infectious as the black plague. I looked over at my fiancée and my best friend. I saw the desire in their faces, the need in their hearts. They, along with all of our new friends, were willing the Tennessee defense to make the stop. They did, then the fans emotion continued to flow and ooze throughout the stadium. From the upper decks, past us, and down unto the field, the love for the Vols streamed down to the players on the field like a Volcanic eruption of Big Orange lava streaming down Mount Rocky Top.
Then it happened, the Vols third-string quarterback launched a 39-yard pass into the air and Robert Meacham made the adjustment and fell down on the Notre Dame twenty-one yard line with the catch. At that moment, as the Vol fans exploded, and the whole top of Rocky Top shot into the air, the streaming began again. Only this time, it was tears, and they were streaming down my face.
The Vols didnt win; in fact they didnt even score a touchdown after that swell of emotion. However, the Vols gave me more than a win. The Vols gave me another memory.
Some people on this board talk about being real. They talk about being true fans. Others in the Orange Nation want to blame the players, coaches, and anyone they can. When I think about being real and about being a true fan, I cant think of anything more real or more supportive as a fan, than the emotional wave I experienced on Saturday night. Thank you Vols. Not for a win, and not for great coaching or perfect execution, but thank you for being Real!