Tis the day where I'm hammered by noon, something inevitably gets broken in my house, I end up calling my friend a whore(who's a gator fan so he deserves it), the neighbors think there's a domestic dispute because of my screaming, I eventually vomit, I fall asleep on the floor, hate myself the next day at work, and either talk sh*t about the win or how we will get them next year all night long. I wouldn't trade it for a thing. In all seriousness though, I respect the game and here's to a good one. Win or lose, we have a lot to look forward to. Go Vols. Hope you guys have as much fun as I do.