You see, what happens is this - You bring a good-natured, affable, and generous Vols fan into the State of Georgia, and after a time, the locals relax a bit. Their better natures start to hold sway. Suspicion gives way to anticipation. Selfishness shrivels and helping hands come earnestly and quickly. They cannot help but to embrace the Tennessean as a genuine neighbor and friend. The entire community is better to each other, visitors, and passersby.
The true test of Fall comes around. While the natives still yell, Go Dawgs! Woof! Woof! Woof! They cannot manifest ill will towards their neighbor from Tennessee. They don't rile him. They don't slight him. They don't demand that he be tossed from the diner when his phone sound a ring tone of a baying blue tick hound. They'll actually address him as Rocky Top with affection. They cannot be any other way. His genuineness has won them over. They'll express their goodwill by saying to him thing like, Your Volunteers are welcome whip anybody's ass they're up to whoopin', but, Georgia, now, we gonna own your coon dogs til heaven comes to earth. Honestly, good luck to yourn any other time.
Grace is a Vols fan abroad. When you're traveling to support the Vols, live up to that well earned reputation, and when the UT diaspora returns, embrace them with earnest welcome. We are Tennessee. There's nobody else I want to be. GBO