claimjumper steve
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A few years back an old friend, Ray, passed away. Ray lived on the backside of Graysville Mountain with his clan of bothers. He was a Vietnam veteran and a marine. He loaned me a book once and in it was a story about how he got wounded on night patrols with "Mike" Company against the Viet Cong. Ray was a kind man who used his meager pensions to feed the hungry at church, take care of his grandchildren, and do whatever he could to help people in need. But the love of his life was Tennessee Vol football. His memories went back before Johnny Majors. He regaled me with stories about General Neyland and the great wins of the past, especially the Miami game and the epoch struggles with "The Bear". Ray was never vitriolic but he would spend hours telling about each player and how they improved or how the coaching decisions affected games. Well Ray, sadly, is not with us anymore. He died years ago apparently with complications from agent orange. If Ray was alive now he would be so happy with this year's Vol's. To Ray Tennessee football was more than a game. It was a spirit that infused the plateaus, mountains, and valleys of East Tennessee. He was a season ticket holder, but when his health failed, he often gave the tickets away. So here's to you, Ray. If you could look down upon us today (and I sometimes think that he can) he would be ecstatic with what has been done this year. I doubt if many read this for there are thousands of Ray's living in East Tennessee, but here's to you my friend, an original Vol!
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