Dickel#12Vol
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No secret. There is being a Tennessee fan, which is great all of the time.
Then, there is what's known as being a fan of winning. Which is great only when your team is winning.
A lot of fans of winning have been masquerading as Vol fans because Tennessee had been winning a bunch of games. The last 5 years have exposed them for whom they really are.
I don't get the concern. If you had said before the season the Vols would win by 31 and 15, is there anyone who wouldn't have taken that?
Ok - here's my two cents.
Took the boys (7 and 14) to the game. Parked off campus and rode our bikes in. To my chagrin, some prankster had set the combination for my new bike cable/lock so it wouldn't work. I told my sons that most Vol Fans are high stakes gamblers - so I just draped the cable on the bikes and we left.
Started with the Vol Walk. That was kind of underwhelming, although we were in a huge crowd of underwhelmingness.
Then walked around for a few minutes decided to go on into the stadium. They would not let me in with my backpack. So I had to throw it away in order to get in. I have had that pack for 22 years. Thanks terrorist baztardz. But, this, along with the Lee Greenwood thing at half-time, confirmed that most Vol Fan's hate terrorists.
Next we get to our seats and they were excellent - Section O, Row 32. Strolled around and got Sterl "The Pearl" to sign my youngests' hat. Done deal - that guy is so cool it's crazy. Rule 1: you have to love you some Sterl if you are gonna be a Vol Fan.
Back at the seats, the crowd started rolling in and I had to help haul two old dudes up the stairs. The first one literally couldn't get up the stairs without a guy under each arm lifting. Luckily the second old man sat down right in front of us. The downside was that I smelled dust and mothballs the whole game. Not kidding. It ain't easy being a Vol Fan.
Then with the heat. I think I blew about 40 dollars on drinks. It was hot - I thought my neck was red before, but when I got home, Holy Mackeral - my collar hurts this morning. You gotta endure some pain to be a Vol Fan.
During a lull in the noise, some guy in a wife-beater stood up and yelled at his buddy a few rows over - "Hey Cecil - reach over and flip the air conditioner on!" That was pretty good - I figured dude got that one off the job site. You gotta appreciate low-level humor if you are going to be a Vol Fan.
Lastly, my youngest just about petered out by the time we got back to the truck. But I pointed out to him that I was proud of him because you can't be a wimp and be a Vol Fan too!
Ok - here's my two cents.
Took the boys (7 and 14) to the game. Parked off campus and rode our bikes in. To my chagrin, some prankster had set the combination for my new bike cable/lock so it wouldn't work. I told my sons that most Vol Fans are high stakes gamblers - so I just draped the cable on the bikes and we left.
Started with the Vol Walk. That was kind of underwhelming, although we were in a huge crowd of underwhelmingness.
Then walked around for a few minutes decided to go on into the stadium. They would not let me in with my backpack. So I had to throw it away in order to get in. I have had that pack for 22 years. Thanks terrorist baztardz. But, this, along with the Lee Greenwood thing at half-time, confirmed that most Vol Fan's hate terrorists.
Next we get to our seats and they were excellent - Section O, Row 32. Strolled around and got Sterl "The Pearl" to sign my youngests' hat. Done deal - that guy is so cool it's crazy. Rule 1: you have to love you some Sterl if you are gonna be a Vol Fan.
Back at the seats, the crowd started rolling in and I had to help haul two old dudes up the stairs. The first one literally couldn't get up the stairs without a guy under each arm lifting. Luckily the second old man sat down right in front of us. The downside was that I smelled dust and mothballs the whole game. Not kidding. It ain't easy being a Vol Fan.
Then with the heat. I think I blew about 40 dollars on drinks. It was hot - I thought my neck was red before, but when I got home, Holy Mackeral - my collar hurts this morning. You gotta endure some pain to be a Vol Fan.
During a lull in the noise, some guy in a wife-beater stood up and yelled at his buddy a few rows over - "Hey Cecil - reach over and flip the air conditioner on!" That was pretty good - I figured dude got that one off the job site. You gotta appreciate low-level humor if you are going to be a Vol Fan.
Lastly, my youngest just about petered out by the time we got back to the truck. But I pointed out to him that I was proud of him because you can't be a wimp and be a Vol Fan too!