Why does Vol football matter in life?
We lost a VFL yesterday. A man that was such an asset to my place of employment, and even though he didn’t work for us directly he was basically a coworker to us. He was about as passionate and genuine as they come for our Vols. Far beyond that, he was a great man who was loved by all around him. His passing got me thinking some things I’ve felt for a while that I had to write out.
In life, we all run into changes, events, etc. that bring everything into perspective. I know we see it on here all the time (praying for you
@SweetasSoda). Every time some big life event happens, we realize that football means little in the big picture of life.
We all know what matters most In life: faith, family, friends, etc., but in the death of a VFL I inevitably turn to thinking about Vol football. Thoughts like “he never got to see...” or “at least he got to see...” or “I wish we could win this game for him” or “I wish he saw us win another championship.” All are memories, hopes, and regrets, and all are centered around UT football. Maybe I’m the only one who thinks this way, but I’m certain I’m not.
Why does it matter? It’s a connection to this fan base that weaves its way through life. It forms a relatable way to remember people, places, and times. Like right now, I not only want to best USCjr tomorrow, but to see this program turned around and winning championships. When it is, I will definitely say about all the VFL’s we’ve lost...
“I wish you could’ve seen this.”