Tennessee’s traveling fans are legion. We descend upon other places like an Orange swarm, but we’re good natured to a fault. We’re there to have a good time, enjoy that place and what makes it unique. We spend freely, we’re gracious to our hosts, we’ll stop and place our hats over our hearts to respect your honored dead or the raising of a US flag. We show love of our Vols with a smile on our faces and a kind word for those not fortunate enough to be one of us. Chambers of Commerce celebrate their local team scheduling a visit from the Vols because of us. They don’t do that for any other SEC fan base. Annoying? Maybe when you’re a fan of the visiting team in Neyland, you might be annoyed. But outside that hallowed stadium, we are gracious hosts. Yes, even to Florida fans.
While I was matriculating at UT in the mid 70s, Bama has just beaten the Vols, and a Bama family that had parked on a soft shoulder couldn’t get their station wagon onto the road. That left back tire was spinning in the mud. I was walking by amidst a group of Tennessee students, when a big blonde fellow said, “OK, let’s do it.” We lined up behind and to the side of that car and pushed them onto the road. Splattered with mud, the big blonde fellow said, “Time for a beer.” That’s Tennessee.