milohimself
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This has been a very interesting morning. I had stayed up late last night with nothing better to do than finish my game of Fable on the XBox then proceed to look at speakers online. I knew the Tennessee game wasnt going to be aired the next morning, so I didnt have to worry about waking up at 9AM on a Saturday to watch my Vols kill Kentucky. I usually welcome the idea of waking up for a good football game anyways, but I was comfortably sleeping in late resting assured that my Vols were going to humiliate the KY.
Around the time of 12:30 in the afternoon, I slowly wake up from the sprawled out position I slept in. With hair assuredly sticking up in every direction off my head and a light tint of facial hair grown since the last time I shaved, I slowly dragged my head across my olive-colored futon to reach into a pile of clothes on my floor to search for the TV remote. After about fifteen seconds, I had found it and was relieved. I rested myself up onto my elbows, reached out to the TV and pressed 3 then 5 on my remote to turn it to trusty ESPN, expecting to see the gang of douche bags and the cool black guy on College Gameday. It was a commercial which I waited patiently through; eyeing the mess I had to clean up in my room. The impending sense of doom I had looking at the huge amount of clothes I had to clean up would compare not to a phrase which I cant even remember correctly coming from the Gameday crew. It was something along the lines of Kentucky about to upset the Vols.
Somehow a dark fog descended around my room and beetles were crawling all over the damn place. Okay, that didnt really happen, but if it did, I wouldnt be surprised. It felt that way to see my Vols tailing Ken-freakin-tucky with little time left to go in the fourth. The Gameday crew continued their banter on the upcoming Notre Dame vs. USC game (that is, after all, where they are today), while I nervously waited for another update. Rick Clausen interception GAH!!!
After a while they saw a clip. This must have been a strong clip. It must have been surgical. It must have been freaking magical. It simultaneously pulled a one ton weight off my chest, pulled butterflies out of my stomach and gave me the biggest sense of relief I have had in a while. What was it? C-Hou running it down the middle for a TD Maybe it was down the side? I dunno. Just, a guy wearing orange, holding a ball, standing in the matching checkerboard turf. Things were all right.
What happened? We went from beating the mighty Georgia Bulldogs and even taking it to Florida with two inexperienced QBs to making Vanderbilt look five times better than they really are and having to rely on a big come-from-behind to beat Kentucky, the ugly black eye on that pretty lil face of the SEC.
I dont have any answers I just know that I am relieved to see the Vols win again, but still upset we had to come from behind like that.
Leaving you all with peace, love, and the occasional anecdote,
- milo
GO VOLS!
Around the time of 12:30 in the afternoon, I slowly wake up from the sprawled out position I slept in. With hair assuredly sticking up in every direction off my head and a light tint of facial hair grown since the last time I shaved, I slowly dragged my head across my olive-colored futon to reach into a pile of clothes on my floor to search for the TV remote. After about fifteen seconds, I had found it and was relieved. I rested myself up onto my elbows, reached out to the TV and pressed 3 then 5 on my remote to turn it to trusty ESPN, expecting to see the gang of douche bags and the cool black guy on College Gameday. It was a commercial which I waited patiently through; eyeing the mess I had to clean up in my room. The impending sense of doom I had looking at the huge amount of clothes I had to clean up would compare not to a phrase which I cant even remember correctly coming from the Gameday crew. It was something along the lines of Kentucky about to upset the Vols.
Somehow a dark fog descended around my room and beetles were crawling all over the damn place. Okay, that didnt really happen, but if it did, I wouldnt be surprised. It felt that way to see my Vols tailing Ken-freakin-tucky with little time left to go in the fourth. The Gameday crew continued their banter on the upcoming Notre Dame vs. USC game (that is, after all, where they are today), while I nervously waited for another update. Rick Clausen interception GAH!!!
After a while they saw a clip. This must have been a strong clip. It must have been surgical. It must have been freaking magical. It simultaneously pulled a one ton weight off my chest, pulled butterflies out of my stomach and gave me the biggest sense of relief I have had in a while. What was it? C-Hou running it down the middle for a TD Maybe it was down the side? I dunno. Just, a guy wearing orange, holding a ball, standing in the matching checkerboard turf. Things were all right.
What happened? We went from beating the mighty Georgia Bulldogs and even taking it to Florida with two inexperienced QBs to making Vanderbilt look five times better than they really are and having to rely on a big come-from-behind to beat Kentucky, the ugly black eye on that pretty lil face of the SEC.
I dont have any answers I just know that I am relieved to see the Vols win again, but still upset we had to come from behind like that.
Leaving you all with peace, love, and the occasional anecdote,
- milo
GO VOLS!
