My family first settled in Tennessee back when bears, wolves and indians were still a concern. It's a miracle my whole line didn't get snuffed out at the Dead Angle on Kennesaw Mountain or on the breastworks of Franklin. But my Great Grandfather survived, and him and Grandad made a name for themselves breeding horses and bird dogs in Springhill. My ole man worked for TVA most his life. He never took me to a game, but he always brought back something orange whenever he worked in Knoxville.
Took my son to his first game in 2006, and chose to start his experience with Alabama. Walked him down the strip, Then back to the stadium in time for vol walk and watching the band play to the hill. I was sweating in the 4th quarter, worried his first game might be a loss. But it wasn't destined to be Bama's day. And my son and stood in amoungst the sea of Crimson where our street purchased tickets put us and loudly sang, "Heeeeeyy, Bama. I want to know, know, know, will you be my girl".