My dad was 29 when UT won the championship in 1951. He became a lifelong Vol fan during Neylands glory years. Dad was a veteran of WWII who came home with a Purple Heart and a Bronze Star. He also came home with a combat wound that troubled him for the rest of his life and would have killed or crippled him had the bullet gone any closer to his spine. My dad always told me that the 51 team that won the national title was his favorite. He could name most of the starting lineup even into his later years. My dad said that, after Neyland left, he doubted the Vols would win another national championship in his lifetime. He knew as well as anyone that Neyland was a rare breed and the Vols werent likely to find another man of his caliber. In spite of this, he always held out hope that his beloved Vols would pull off another national championship in his lifetime. He wanted to share that experience with his football-loving son. One of the things that kept him from dwelling on the misery of his WWII experiences (the wounds he suffered, the friends he saw killed by enemy forces) was his ardent support of the Tennessee Volunteers. Sadly, my dad died in December of 1994, not long before the Vols finally did win that next elusive national championship. One of my earliest (and best) memories is sitting in front of our black and white TV cheering on the Vols with my dad. One of my biggest regrets is not being able to cheer the Vols to victory with my dad in the Fiesta Bowl of 99. He was right in his prediction. After 1951, the Vols never did win another title in his lifetime. However, one thing my dad never gave up was hope. Every football season, he put everything he had into cheering on his Vols. None of the post-Neyland teams ever lived up to his dream, but he never stopped dreaming. In my early years, I remember thinking the Vols would never win a national title in my lifetime, but because of the example set by my dad, I never gave up hope. To my everlasting delight, that hope finally paid off. I think we could all learn from my dads example.