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There has to be a large portion of their fan base that is embarrassed by this stuff, right? I thought the students were supposed to be the "cool, hip" portion of the fanbase. Their students and young fans are freaking weirdos. They remind me of people on the TV shows my wife watches about cults. Do they think that they are funny?

@VolsDoc81TX Do I recall that your wife and her family are Aggie fans? What are their thoughts on that stuff? Seriously curious.

I know all fan bases have tradition and different things they do, but this stuff is really cringey imo.
 
They were taking shots the entire game…. Calloway had finally had enough…. Should he have had more restraint? Sure but it’s not nearly the huge deal that you make it out to be…. Have him run steps or however Heup wants to punish him…. Use it as a teaching moment and move on.
I get your point. My issue is that for years we seem to have issues with personal fouls. We continue to get better as a team but the personal fouls have not and they have hurt us in key points of big games.
 
Gentlemen...Ladies...various and sundry...

I am a long time lurker and only occasional poster, but the current iteration of our beloved Volunteers have coaxed me into making a...statement? Plea? Something. I'll turn 50 years old next month, born and raised in Knoxville, but currently living in Chattanooga. So, I have been here through many changes. I sat on my grandfather's porch and listened to John Ward paint pictures in my mind as Coach Majors led our team to victories. I endured two generations of pessimism, as my dad and granddad would seemingly accept defeat after 7 or 8 minutes of the first quarter were gone and we weren't up 21-0. I lived through the Fulmer years, when we enjoyed much success, including an evening in early January where I not only watched my team secure a national championship, but also gave a certain young lady a first kiss. 22 years later, we're still kissing and it's just as sweet. I've watched us endure the lean years, better left unspoken, where my heart was ripped from my chest more times than I'd care to remember. And here we are. Barely begun into what, I hope, will prove a long and successful run under the leadership of Coach Heupel.

I don't take losses quite as hard as I used to, but some things still remain the same. I hate Florida. Don't get me wrong...I also have strong dislike for Alabama, and Georgia, but I hate Florida. I suppose it's the remnant of those years where the championship of the east lay through them. Often we prevailed, but many times we did not and, each of those times, I'd have to listen to the unbearably smug Coach Spurrier. I hate Florida. As we approach game time next Saturday, I know what will happen. My logical brain, which reassures me that this team is not other teams, just because we've lost in terrific fashion before doesn't mean we will again, and curses do not, in fact, exist, will give way to my BVS shackled heart. It tells me that Richardson, or some heretofore unknown backup will throw for 550 yards, rush for 275, gain 180 return yards, kick 3 FGs (one of 60 yards), and personally set concession sales records. Then, the week after they have shamed us, this powerhouse will fade back into obscurity, never having another decent game.

I don't want to be like this. I want to live in a rational world where we don't crap the bed anytime we play Florida. But the struggle is real. I don't think we have anything to worry about come Saturday, but I've thought that before. I guess we'll see. And that's the thing. We will see...together. I can rest assured that many of you know what I'm talking about. We are a family, of sorts. Often dysfunctional, always irrational, but generally there for one another through good times and bad. So, if we revert to form and, somehow, lose this game, we'll lick our wounds and proceed to cheer for the Volunteers next week. If, as I really expect, we'll go out and execute our game plan and come away with a victory, we'll celebrate, sigh in relief, and proceed to cheer for the Volunteers next week. Either way, I'm glad we're in this together. I'm glad I am southern by birth and a Volunteer by the grace of God. I'm glad that we should finally be able to start a streak of our own. Have I mentioned that I hate Florida?
 
Colorado is a sorry tale of what happens when a football program is actively, purposely neglected and allowed to rot. It isn’t incompetent leadership — it’s resentful leadership. I was bummed Tucker bolted after a year but I understand why. There’s no support.

Not just a football program, a championship football program.

It’s really disgraceful.
 
Gentlemen...Ladies...various and sundry...

I am a long time lurker and only occasional poster, but the current iteration of our beloved Volunteers have coaxed me into making a...statement? Plea? Something. I'll turn 50 years old next month, born and raised in Knoxville, but currently living in Chattanooga. So, I have been here through many changes. I sat on my grandfather's porch and listened to John Ward paint pictures in my mind as Coach Majors led our team to victories. I endured two generations of pessimism, as my dad and granddad would seemingly accept defeat after 7 or 8 minutes of the first quarter were gone and we weren't up 21-0. I lived through the Fulmer years, when we enjoyed much success, including an evening in early January where I not only watched my team secure a national championship, but also gave a certain young lady a first kiss. 22 years later, we're still kissing and it's just as sweet. I've watched us endure the lean years, better left unspoken, where my heart was ripped from my chest more times than I'd care to remember. And here we are. Barely begun into what, I hope, will prove a long and successful run under the leadership of Coach Heupel.

I don't take losses quite as hard as I used to, but some things still remain the same. I hate Florida. Don't get me wrong...I also have strong dislike for Alabama, and Georgia, but I hate Florida. I suppose it's the remnant of those years where the championship of the east lay through them. Often we prevailed, but many times we did not and, each of those times, I'd have to listen to the unbearably smug Coach Spurrier. I hate Florida. As we approach game time next Saturday, I know what will happen. My logical brain, which reassures me that this team is not other teams, just because we've lost in terrific fashion before doesn't mean we will again, and curses do not, in fact, exist, will give way to my BVS shackled heart. It tells me that Richardson, or some heretofore unknown backup will throw for 550 yards, rush for 275, gain 180 return yards, kick 3 FGs (one of 60 yards), and personally set concession sales records. Then, the week after they have shamed us, this powerhouse will fade back into obscurity, never having another decent game.

I don't want to be like this. I want to live in a rational world where we don't crap the bed anytime we play Florida. But the struggle is real. I don't think we have anything to worry about come Saturday, but I've thought that before. I guess we'll see. And that's the thing. We will see...together. I can rest assured that many of you know what I'm talking about. We are a family, of sorts. Often dysfunctional, always irrational, but generally there for one another through good times and bad. So, if we revert to form and, somehow, lose this game, we'll lick our wounds and proceed to cheer for the Volunteers next week. If, as I really expect, we'll go out and execute our game plan and come away with a victory, we'll celebrate, sigh in relief, and proceed to cheer for the Volunteers next week. Either way, I'm glad we're in this together. I'm glad I am southern by birth and a Volunteer by the grace of God. I'm glad that we should finally be able to start a streak of our own. Have I mentioned that I hate Florida?
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