There is only one orange for us, my sons, and it is not the bastardized red-orange of Florida, Auburn, Virginia, or Clemson, nor is it the burnt earth dirt-orange of Texas. Verily, it is the golden orange of Tennessee, glorified in every sunrise and sunset, etched forever in our minds' eyes, sooth for our souls, and fortification for our humble resolve to be the best representatives of our University and the great state of Tennessee. Never let it be said that our words or actions stained that hallowed color.