I was an 11 year old kid in Pine Haven,TN watching the game with my dad. I vividly remember the elation that we all felt when we won. I am certain that nobody is more of a Tennessee Volunteer fan than I am and I would be emotionally devestated whenever we lost. I am not ashamed of the fact I used to(and still to this day) pray for God to please help my beloved Tennessee Vols! Please God! Back then I had no thoughts about how a ND kid would be praying for God to help them. Later in life I was just too traumatized by my emotional attachment to the Vols that I had to stop watching if it was in any way possible for us to lose and I would be somewhere praying. Evidently God was listening to me and he did as much as I could expect from a deity that was not born in Tennessee(that Im aware of). Beating Notre Dame was the equivalent of winning the NC to us since ND was the defending champions, had beaten us year prior at Neyland,and were the Alabama of Yankeeland in that day. Every year it was ND,Penn St.,Michigan,Nebraska,Miami as top 5 because they never had to play an SEC team in those days. They would be in Rose Bowl vs Pac 10 team regardless of ranking just as the SEC champion played the Big East in Sugar annually. So that game was a definite highlight of my life. The only thing that is close is the 41-17 Bryant-Denny beatdown of Bama and I was in a mental hospital in Nashville where I was watching the game at a bowling alley during à weekly outing so I had no family to share it with. So that that game was the highlight of my childhood. I thank God every day for making me a Tennessee Volunteer and I am as proud to wear the Big Orange and represent my beloved Vols in these dark days we have had since 06 as I was in 91 through 98. Whatever the score and our record I have always felt a tear in my eye whenever I hear Rocky Top. I have to stop typing because I am not able to control my tear ducts and I am in Portland, OR where I am sure they have no sympathy. Indeed I am a damn hick redneck to the Yankees here and I sit in solitude awaiting my return home. Go Vols!