I'm for Tennessee. In everything. Always.
I neither predict them to lose, nor listen to those cowardice fools who do so as a means of preemptively disassociating themselves from the very institution to which they otherwise rush to exclaim their undying loyalty and devotion. Foolishly, they believe that the accuracy of their doomsday prognostications will somehow insulate them from the sting of defeat.
I say that if the if you can assuage the sting which accompanies a Tennessee loss - you didn't really care to begin with, and should just (finally) admit it, if only to yourself.
Whether the doomsday prediction is couched in terms of, "just being objective / facing reality / facts" or "I want them to win, but....." it all means the exact same thing, ultimately: You're either a coward or a liar - or both.
Me? I'm for Tennessee.
And neither the Swamp, nor Meyer nor Tebow nor anyone or anything in this world is going to stop or subdue that in me. Personally, I refuse to either shirk or hedge my loyalty for any reason - and damn sure won't cash it in for the likes of Florida and its cast of clowns.
I won't if #8 is under center - because I don't care what kind of head case he is, how poorly he reads defenses or any one of a thousand other things that he doesn't do well, if at all. When he steps across that white line, he's my guy, and I'm ready to go to war with him - just as I am with anyone else who has on an orange, "T" on their helmet, shirt, bumpersticker, hat, tux lapel or bib overalls.
I am for Tennessee. If at all possible, to infinity. If necessary, alone.
For those who don't share my beliefs, I didn't care what you had to say before your mind had formulated the means by which to say it - so, F both you, and your mother, respectively.
Go. Big. Orange.
I'm for Tennessee. In everything. Always.
I neither predict them to lose, nor listen to those cowardice fools who do so as a means of preemptively disassociating themselves from the very institution to which they otherwise rush to exclaim their undying loyalty and devotion. Foolishly, they believe that the accuracy of their doomsday prognostications will somehow insulate them from the sting of defeat.
I say that if the if you can assuage the sting which accompanies a Tennessee loss - you didn't really care to begin with, and should just (finally) admit it, if only to yourself.
Whether the doomsday prediction is couched in terms of, "just being objective / facing reality / facts" or "I want them to win, but....." it all means the exact same thing, ultimately: You're either a coward or a liar - or both.
Me? I'm for Tennessee.
And neither the Swamp, nor Meyer nor Tebow nor anyone or anything in this world is going to stop or subdue that in me. Personally, I refuse to either shirk or hedge my loyalty for any reason - and damn sure won't cash it in for the likes of Florida and its cast of clowns.
I won't if #8 is under center - because I don't care what kind of head case he is, how poorly he reads defenses or any one of a thousand other things that he doesn't do well, if at all. When he steps across that white line, he's my guy, and I'm ready to go to war with him - just as I am with anyone else who has on an orange, "T" on their helmet, shirt, bumpersticker, hat, tux lapel or bib overalls.
I am for Tennessee. If at all possible, to infinity. If necessary, alone.
For those who don't share my beliefs, I didn't care what you had to say before your mind had formulated the means by which to say it - so, F both you, and your mother, respectively.
Go. Big. Orange.
I'm for Tennessee. In everything. Always.
I am for Tennessee. If at all possible, to infinity. If necessary, alone.
Go. Big. Orange.
I'm for Tennessee. In everything. Always.
I neither predict them to lose, nor listen to those cowardice fools who do so as a means of preemptively disassociating themselves from the very institution to which they otherwise rush to exclaim their undying loyalty and devotion. Foolishly, they believe that the accuracy of their doomsday prognostications will somehow insulate them from the sting of defeat.
I say that if the if you can assuage the sting which accompanies a Tennessee loss - you didn't really care to begin with, and should just (finally) admit it, if only to yourself.
Whether the doomsday prediction is couched in terms of, "just being objective / facing reality / facts" or "I want them to win, but....." it all means the exact same thing, ultimately: You're either a coward or a liar - or both.
Me? I'm for Tennessee.
And neither the Swamp, nor Meyer nor Tebow nor anyone or anything in this world is going to stop or subdue that in me. Personally, I refuse to either shirk or hedge my loyalty for any reason - and damn sure won't cash it in for the likes of Florida and its cast of clowns.
I won't if #8 is under center - because I don't care what kind of head case he is, how poorly he reads defenses or any one of a thousand other things that he doesn't do well, if at all. When he steps across that white line, he's my guy, and I'm ready to go to war with him - just as I am with anyone else who has on an orange, "T" on their helmet, shirt, bumpersticker, hat, tux lapel or bib overalls.
I am for Tennessee. If at all possible, to infinity. If necessary, alone.
For those who don't share my beliefs, I didn't care what you had to say before your mind had formulated the means by which to say it - so, F both you, and your mother, respectively.
Go. Big. Orange.
I'm for Tennessee. In everything. Always.
I neither predict them to lose, nor listen to those cowardice fools who do so as a means of preemptively disassociating themselves from the very institution to which they otherwise rush to exclaim their undying loyalty and devotion. Foolishly, they believe that the accuracy of their doomsday prognostications will somehow insulate them from the sting of defeat.
I say that if the if you can assuage the sting which accompanies a Tennessee loss - you didn't really care to begin with, and should just (finally) admit it, if only to yourself.
Whether the doomsday prediction is couched in terms of, "just being objective / facing reality / facts" or "I want them to win, but....." it all means the exact same thing, ultimately: You're either a coward or a liar - or both.
Me? I'm for Tennessee.
And neither the Swamp, nor Meyer nor Tebow nor anyone or anything in this world is going to stop or subdue that in me. Personally, I refuse to either shirk or hedge my loyalty for any reason - and damn sure won't cash it in for the likes of Florida and its cast of clowns.
I won't if #8 is under center - because I don't care what kind of head case he is, how poorly he reads defenses or any one of a thousand other things that he doesn't do well, if at all. When he steps across that white line, he's my guy, and I'm ready to go to war with him - just as I am with anyone else who has on an orange, "T" on their helmet, shirt, bumpersticker, hat, tux lapel or bib overalls.
I am for Tennessee. If at all possible, to infinity. If necessary, alone.
For those who don't share my beliefs, I didn't care what you had to say before your mind had formulated the means by which to say it - so, F both you, and your mother, respectively.
Go. Big. Orange.
I'm for Tennessee. In everything. Always.
I neither predict them to lose, nor listen to those cowardice fools who do so as a means of preemptively disassociating themselves from the very institution to which they otherwise rush to exclaim their undying loyalty and devotion. Foolishly, they believe that the accuracy of their doomsday prognostications will somehow insulate them from the sting of defeat.
I say that if the if you can assuage the sting which accompanies a Tennessee loss - you didn't really care to begin with, and should just (finally) admit it, if only to yourself.
Whether the doomsday prediction is couched in terms of, "just being objective / facing reality / facts" or "I want them to win, but....." it all means the exact same thing, ultimately: You're either a coward or a liar - or both.
Me? I'm for Tennessee.
And neither the Swamp, nor Meyer nor Tebow nor anyone or anything in this world is going to stop or subdue that in me. Personally, I refuse to either shirk or hedge my loyalty for any reason - and damn sure won't cash it in for the likes of Florida and its cast of clowns.
I won't if #8 is under center - because I don't care what kind of head case he is, how poorly he reads defenses or any one of a thousand other things that he doesn't do well, if at all. When he steps across that white line, he's my guy, and I'm ready to go to war with him - just as I am with anyone else who has on an orange, "T" on their helmet, shirt, bumpersticker, hat, tux lapel or bib overalls.
I am for Tennessee. If at all possible, to infinity. If necessary, alone.
For those who don't share my beliefs, I didn't care what you had to say before your mind had formulated the means by which to say it - so, F both you, and your mother, respectively.
Go. Big. Orange.