Still didn't blow a gasket. Dropped my head in disgust then started laughing at the ridiculousness of it.
I’ve never broken a remote, but I’ve had two just explode across the room. The Cody block at Bama, and our having 38 men on the field vs LSU. Damnedest thing.
Ya’ll remember that SECCG when Ainge was getting sacked, spun around and threw it about 40 yards BEHIND the LOS? Good times.
I maybe still be banned from soard apartments in Cookeville from Cody blocking our FG attempt against bama in 09.
The 38 man on the field vs LSU killed me. We were at a hotel so I couldn't break the remote. I just calmly set the remote down and headed to the hotel bar.
Any idea how many guys we have on scholarship right now? Think it’s a few over 85, plus I wouldn’t be shocked if we are still looking at incoming transfers. Just curious how many more players we must jettison.
I was there. Was with wife, in laws, bro in law and his now wife. Went back to her parents house after the game. My wife told me to wait outside so she could go inside and warn them to not even mention the game. I was so angry I couldn't even talk.
I broke a tumbler for that one. Thought you were supposed to able to drive a car over those things or something. Thanks, Dooley.
Later that year at the Music City Bowl after the game some drunk UNC fan came up and wooo'd in my face and I informed her there was no way in hell a skank like her had ever set foot on Chapel Hill. Then some lady was handing out flyers for whatever their bar was doing and I just grabbed them and them them up in the air. That was a quiet drive home that night........
How many of us in 15-20 years aren’t going to be permitted to watch Vols games live for fear of heart attack?
I was exceptionally calm for the Dooley and Butch years. Losses just meant they were one step closer to being out the door. I'm enjoying the return of the raised blood pressure games and giving a shit.
I definitely got there for the late Butch years. I’m always a little embarrassed nowadays that I’m still so well-known for intramural meltdowns. I think if camera cell phones had been around for our quarter-final loss in flag football I’d probably never have been able to get a real job.