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I think it was my sophomore year in high school, 1972. I was sitting at breakfast early one Spring Saturday morning and Dad came down from upstairs. Apparently, he and Mom had had breakfast earlier. He told me I needed to get a move on if we were going to get to the game on time. I told him that I had plans to meet our freshman basketball coach and a group of friends at my former school because we were planning to play basketball this morning. Dad asked me who did I check with before I made those plans. I said I figured it was a good thing because this is a Christian school, a Christian coach, and these guys are all great guys. He repeated, who did you check with before you made plans? I mumbled out nobody.

Dad went on to tell me that he had press box seats for the Orange and White game in Knoxville and we had to get there a couple hours early in order to take advantage of the access. I informed him again that I would prefer to meetup with my friends and play basketball. He told me I could go with him to the game in Knoxville or I could stay at home and mow the grass. I still can’t remember why I didn’t just choose to stay home and mow the grass; I was going to have to mow it eventually anyways, but he had won so I got ready and we headed to Knoxville.

We headed up Hwy 27 and I still don’t have a clue why we didn’t take I-75 but just as we were coming into Dayton I saw a VW Bug a few hundred yards in front of us coming our way in the other lane. The bugs left blinker was on and in a flash, I had this premonition that we were about to wreck. Sure enough the bug turned across our lane toward I think a car wash on our side of the highway. Dad swerved to the right but not far enough and the left front of our car (1972 Ford Capri) slammed into the right front of the bug. The force of the impact bounced the cars around so that the back ends of the two cars crash into each other and then we just sat there.

My head had left a bubble in the windshield but i didn’t feel any pain. (This was in the days before air bags and seat belt laws). Dad asked me if I was okay. I was pretty stoic in my response but I said I was fine. He repeated the question and I repeated the answer. I think stoic is the right word because I was expressionless. I was caught up in my mind thinking about the premonition. I’ve since learned that there are no such things as premonitions, just that sometimes things of a traumatic nature can cause your brain to reorder a sequence of events, or so I am told. But in that moment as a 16 year old boy I was on the edge of the twilight zone.

We got the cars off the road; both were totaled. The police filled out the accident reports and Dad called one of my college-age brothers to come get us. When we got home, Mom spent some time picking the glass flakes out of my forehead and had me drink a glass of orange juice. Meanwhile Dad had gone upstairs because in the crash his knee had rammed into the ignition key and gotten bloodied. He wanted to clean up and change his pants. I’m thinking as soon as Mom is done here I’m headed to the gym to meetup with my friends.

Pretty soon Dad came back downstairs and asked me if I was ready to go. I looked at him with a stunned expression and exclaimed, “What?!?”

He said we would get there too late to use the press passes but we still had time to make the game. We would just take Mom’s car. This is that moment where a 16-year old boy lets out the most exaggerated shrug and sigh of frustration that he’ll ever be able to muster in his entire life. Trust me, it was genuine. I don’t think I could ever pull that one off again.

Mom’s car was a Lincoln Continental. It was a tank. I was very much the disgruntled teenager. This time I had my seatbelt on and I had moved the seat forward so I could prop my knees on the dash. I wanted it known that I was taking no more chances. Later than night when we were on our way back home I swear he had that tank rolling. I promise he didn’t even slow down for the red lights in the small towns we had to pass through. I just kept my eyes on the road. I never once pointed out that he was not only driving dangerously but he was also breaking the freaking law. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was paying attention.

I don’t remember really anything about the game. The stadium was sparsely populated. It was sunny out and no one was really sitting all that close to us and we had great seats, around mid-field in the lower level about half-way up I think. I’ve been to a lot of spring games over the years. I was there for Peyton’s first spring game but of all the spring games I’ve ever attended, if I could relive just one, it would be that 1972 spring game with Dad. So guys if you have a reluctant teenager that you’re planning to bring to the game this year, trust me when I say, there may come a day, even possibly after you are long gone, that they’ll be thanking you for it.



Great story my Chatt bro. I am planning on being there if my wife's back gets better. She has already had 4 surgery's and now acting up again. She love's going to UT games.
 
In 15 seasons at UTC Wes Moore won 12 conference titles and led The Mocs to the NCAA tournament 9 times. In 6 seasons at NC State he has led to 4 tournament appearances and back to back Sweet 16's. He's 498 and 170 in division one and 698 and 226 overall between division 1, 2 and 3.
Guy's a winner. If Walz can't be had give me Moore or Gail Goestenkors. I know her stint at Texas was underwhelming but she was extremely successful at Duke and may be looking to return to the college game after her assistant time in the WNBA. Both are much better options than Kellie Jolly Harper.
 
Back from the beach, that was a fast vacation...

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Boston's was our favorite of the places we ate, a nearby breakfast spot called Wake Up Cafe was 2nd and Blackbeard's Inn a close 3rd. Norwood's was a bit overpriced for the quality of food/service it was good but compared to Boston's/Blackbeard's it just wasn't on the same level.

We ended up getting takeout from a pizza place the resort had a discount deal with, it was pretty solid, but it meant we never got around to trying Manny's. Was a good time, weather was fairly nice although only a couple of days were really warm enough for beach/pool time in my opinion. Thanks for the restaurant recommendations!
 
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He’s no professional. He’s your drunk uncle who knows everything and gets way too loud at family cookouts. He drives in with his Dodge Ram, one of those old “Calvin peeing on something stickers on the back”, Kid Rock blaring through the open window, cooler of bud light in the passenger seat. He’s wearing an inappropriate t-shirt that somehow manages to make a cartoon figure into a sexualized object.
 
He’s no professional. He’s your drunk uncle who knows everything and gets way too loud at family cookouts. He drives in with his Dodge Ram, one of those old “Calvin peeing on something stickers on the back”, Kid Rock blaring through the open window, cooler of bud light in the passenger seat. He’s wearing an inappropriate t-shirt that somehow manages to make a cartoon figure into a sexualized object.
You just described @bignewt to a tee
 
Back from the beach, that was a fast vacation...

@InVOLuntary

Boston's was our favorite of the places we ate, a nearby breakfast spot called Wake Up Cafe was 2nd and Blackbeard's Inn a close 3rd. Norwood's was a bit overpriced for the quality of food/service it was good but compared to Boston's/Blackbeard's it just wasn't on the same level.

We ended up getting takeout from a pizza place the resort had a discount deal with, it was pretty solid, but it meant we never got around to trying Manny's. Was a good time, weather was fairly nice although only a couple of days were really warm enough for beach/pool time in my opinion. Thanks for the restaurant recommendations!
Glad you enjoyed it. Wish you had tried JBs Fish Camp. It dang good too. I feel the same about Norwood's. If you are a wine aficionado I'm sure it's very appealing.

I had forgotten about the breakfast cafe. It is very good too.

I thought you might be a little early for pool/beach activity.
 
I love our fanbase despite and because of our wackiness but especially because of our kindheartedness when a fellow fan/community member is in need. The people on this forum, in particular, are incredible. No one can ever say that we don't epitomize the volunteer spirit.
Been a lifeline for me.
Nothing more I can say.
 
Glad you enjoyed it. Wish you had tried JBs Fish Camp. It dang good too. I feel the same about Norwood's. If you are a wine aficionado I'm sure it's very appealing.

I had forgotten about the breakfast cafe. It is very good too.

I thought you might be a little early for pool/beach activity.

Was kind of last minute honestly, friends posted on FB about needing someone to rent a parent's timeshare cause they wouldn't be able to go and it was a really fantastic price. Luckily my current employer is laid back about time off so we went for it.
 
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So they attempted to remove the calcified blockage at the end of the pancreas duct or install a stent, so removal could be done later. Both unsuccessful.
The sonic blasts to my abdomen appears to be a last hope.

Sidenote: surgeon asked if I needed to speak with a counselor for possible depression over the disappointing results.
I just smirked and said "nah, I can handle it. I'm a Vols fan"

Such a strange condition (is that the right term?) that you've got, honestly the first I've heard of it. Seems like absolute agony, any sort of research outside the local market on it that could potentially help?

Will continue to keep you as well as all of Vol Nation that's going through trials in my thoughts and prayers.
 
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