SKBubba
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We were downtown yesterday taking in the game day atmosphere. There was orange everywhere. There was an air of excitement and anticipation.
On the way up, we drove along Neyland Drive. Tailgaters were everywhere. Millions of dollars worth of beautiful Vol Navy boats lined the docks four deep and the party was on at Calhoun's.
Downtown at the bars and shops and on the streets, there was a lot of friendly talk about the team, the new coach and talk of optimism, tempered by unknowns. There was good-natured jawboning with the few Gator fans around. A sign outside Clancy's said "feels like 98."
We saw families and kids from all over, all decked out in orange. As we made our way down towards Cumberland, we saw one kid wearing a Peyton Manning jersey walking with his dad towards Neyland Stadium. The kid was grinning from ear to ear.
When we got to Cumberland, there was a sea of orange. There were tailgaters in every available space. The mood was electric. Fans clogged the streets, sidewalks and bars. There was music and dancing. It was party central.
Then we came home to watch the game. The fans in the stands were loud and proud. 108 decibels, the announcers said. Then, disaster.
When it was all over, I felt bad for all those fans, especially the families and the kids.
UT puts on a grand spectacle. It is one of the greatest traditions in sports. The marketing and hype around the program is as polished and as good as it gets anywhere. People spend millions of dollars supporting the team. Little kids look up to the coaches and players for inspiration. And despite the downward spiral in recent years, they still believe. Little kids are still excited to go to the game with their dad sporting their Peyton Manning jersey.
The faithful showed up for the game.
The team didn't.
There's plenty of blame to go around. Fans get it that the program is in transition and that the path back to greatness is long and difficult.
Fans deserve better than what they got yesterday.
On the way up, we drove along Neyland Drive. Tailgaters were everywhere. Millions of dollars worth of beautiful Vol Navy boats lined the docks four deep and the party was on at Calhoun's.
Downtown at the bars and shops and on the streets, there was a lot of friendly talk about the team, the new coach and talk of optimism, tempered by unknowns. There was good-natured jawboning with the few Gator fans around. A sign outside Clancy's said "feels like 98."
We saw families and kids from all over, all decked out in orange. As we made our way down towards Cumberland, we saw one kid wearing a Peyton Manning jersey walking with his dad towards Neyland Stadium. The kid was grinning from ear to ear.
When we got to Cumberland, there was a sea of orange. There were tailgaters in every available space. The mood was electric. Fans clogged the streets, sidewalks and bars. There was music and dancing. It was party central.
Then we came home to watch the game. The fans in the stands were loud and proud. 108 decibels, the announcers said. Then, disaster.
When it was all over, I felt bad for all those fans, especially the families and the kids.
UT puts on a grand spectacle. It is one of the greatest traditions in sports. The marketing and hype around the program is as polished and as good as it gets anywhere. People spend millions of dollars supporting the team. Little kids look up to the coaches and players for inspiration. And despite the downward spiral in recent years, they still believe. Little kids are still excited to go to the game with their dad sporting their Peyton Manning jersey.
The faithful showed up for the game.
The team didn't.
There's plenty of blame to go around. Fans get it that the program is in transition and that the path back to greatness is long and difficult.
Fans deserve better than what they got yesterday.