bluetickhound16
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It'll be hard to top Kellen Winslow Jr.'s meltdown following the loss to UT but if you have a memorable postgame hissy fit (even if it's from a Tennessee player/coach) post it!
Another favorite was Jim Donnan going off on Fulmer (in front of his daughter no less!!) at the postgame handshake after a UT win over Georgia....
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Noone out side of my dorm would remember this but I was NOT a happy camper following the 9-6 loss to Bama in 1990 and MAY have done or said some less than encouraging things to Bama fans as they passed by my dorm going to their cars.
But they deserved it. They were cheering for Bama.
That was, bar none, the worst loss of my lifetime. Johnny was snakebit regarding Bama.
I was too depressed to function with any venom after that one. Life is just plain cruel sometimes.
Was thinking the same thing. Infact, I really can't think of any other except for Albert Toena's hissy fit after....I forget which game but it was bad.
Edit: If we're allowed to site examples not related to UT, I LOVED the coach from OK St when he went off...
"Come after me!! I'm a man!! I'm 40!!."
Was thinking the same thing. Infact, I really can't think of any other except for Albert Toena's hissy fit after....I forget which game but it was bad.
Edit: If we're allowed to site examples not related to UT, I LOVED the coach from OK St when he went off...
"Come after me!! I'm a man!! I'm 40!!."
I remember well, because it involved 2 of the most important things in my life, my son and UT football. The season was 1999, a year removed from the National Championship, high hopes, and although we had already lost to Florida, I still had hope that things could work in our favor, but then we lost to stincking Arkansas. During that game, on one of Arky's scores i got so mad I grabbed a phillips head screwdriver off of the coffee table and turned and with all my might and while saying words that would be bleeped on cable TV, i slung that screwdriver across the room. The moment it left my hand I see my 3 year old son standing up in a playpen i had stuck him in to play so he didnt "bother" me while i was watching the game and the screwdriver goes right over his head, no more than 2 inches and goes through the wall behind him. Ive never forgotten the look on my sons face as i was yelling and cussing and the fear as that screwdriver sailed from my hand toward my sons little head. That was the day that i said "y'know, maybe im taking this way too seriously" and my priorities and perspective on things changed. I still get mad, and I hate to see us lose, but I remember that in the big scheme of things, its still just a game.