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Bleedin' Orange...
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I feel for the NegaVols.
Not the trolls, no. They can rot in hell. But the true Vols fans who can't get it together, who are stuck in BVS perhaps, or who come at life like it's an equation and want to 'keep it real', or who just have a negative outlook on everything. You meet those people from time to time, the ones who seem to believe their own personal rain cloud follows them around. They've been kicked so many times, they flinch any time anyone approaches.
So for you, NegaVols, I just want to paint a picture of what you're missing--what the rest of us who carry hope in our hearts feel.
Every single day, a tingling excitement about being a Volunteer fan. Being a member of a community with shared values that reach back to Davy Crockett and Andrew Jackson, to the Overmountain Men. A thrill every time we see that particular shade of orange, a genuine excitement at running into another Vols fan.
And the buildup to Saturday, knowing our coaches and our lads can beat anyone. A confidence in the team, that they'll do their best. Tempered by an understanding that the other team gets a vote, too, and sometimes carries the day. A forgiveness for imperfection, because we are not ourselves perfect and understand what Jesus said about that.
When we win, a tremendous thrill. A warm glow that lasts into the night, into our sleep, and is still there when we wake up Sunday morning. That carries over through the week, flavoring conversations around the truck tailgate or the water cooler at work.
When we lose, a quiet confidence. We'll get 'em next time, boys. Don't fret. We still have next week.
And at the end of the season, after the last bowl game is played and there's nothing left to ponder except how many days until spring camp starts, a quiet pride in the Volunteer State and those who represent it.
Win or lose, there's comfort and strength and joy in being a Volunteer fan.
I'm sorry some of us can't feel all that.
Go Vols!
Not the trolls, no. They can rot in hell. But the true Vols fans who can't get it together, who are stuck in BVS perhaps, or who come at life like it's an equation and want to 'keep it real', or who just have a negative outlook on everything. You meet those people from time to time, the ones who seem to believe their own personal rain cloud follows them around. They've been kicked so many times, they flinch any time anyone approaches.
So for you, NegaVols, I just want to paint a picture of what you're missing--what the rest of us who carry hope in our hearts feel.
Every single day, a tingling excitement about being a Volunteer fan. Being a member of a community with shared values that reach back to Davy Crockett and Andrew Jackson, to the Overmountain Men. A thrill every time we see that particular shade of orange, a genuine excitement at running into another Vols fan.
And the buildup to Saturday, knowing our coaches and our lads can beat anyone. A confidence in the team, that they'll do their best. Tempered by an understanding that the other team gets a vote, too, and sometimes carries the day. A forgiveness for imperfection, because we are not ourselves perfect and understand what Jesus said about that.
When we win, a tremendous thrill. A warm glow that lasts into the night, into our sleep, and is still there when we wake up Sunday morning. That carries over through the week, flavoring conversations around the truck tailgate or the water cooler at work.
When we lose, a quiet confidence. We'll get 'em next time, boys. Don't fret. We still have next week.
And at the end of the season, after the last bowl game is played and there's nothing left to ponder except how many days until spring camp starts, a quiet pride in the Volunteer State and those who represent it.
Win or lose, there's comfort and strength and joy in being a Volunteer fan.
I'm sorry some of us can't feel all that.
Go Vols!
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