It's the only thing I know. Grew up from ages 3-5 (1969-1971) at Golf Range apts. while my old man finished up his masters at UT. My older brother (who was at West High back then) would get into pickup basketball games with UT players living there and I remember going with him to sit on the hill (when the north end of Neyland was still open) and watching the Vols play South Carolina. We came back in '73 for my dad to get his PhD and lived at Deane Hill behind West Town shopping center. Almost all of my class pictures growing up show me wearing a Tennessee shirt. I remember going to the Ga Tech game in Atlanta in '76 and watching the Vols (with Stanley Morgan, Larry Sievers and Andy Spiva) rip the Jackets 42-7. On the way out a Tech student was giving me the business and my 10 year old self told him to "Go #$@! yourself!!" right in front of my dad, who smiled and gave me the thumbs-up.... Being a Vols fan is such an ingrained part of who I am that even as an adult who has lived the majority of my life in Georgia I have never considered myself a Georgian. I am a native Tennessean through and through... So much so that more often than not, the first thing any new acquaintance learns about me other than my name is that I'm "one of those Tennessee fans".... I'm proud of it. Even now when we're (yeah... I said WE...) in the midst of the lowest stretch in my lifetime I still wear my Orange & White every gameday... There isn't a room in my house that doesn't have some sort of UT relic displayed, be it a book (My copy of Russ Bebb's The Big Orange is a family heirloom that will be passed down to my daughter when the time is right...), a commemorative coke bottle, a picture or some other item. I can't remember it being any other way....