Guys, sorry for the long post but also, not sorry.
So I was sitting in a chair facing my wife, catching up on the RF. Started explaining to her about Ansley. I recanted vfinpa's post about what has transpired since the off-season began.
I explained in detail that despite the ranking, what our star avg. per player actually meant.
I went over what landing To'oto'o and Wright etc:; really meant after 4-8 and 5-7.
I moved on to BasketVols, then to
@matts42012 posts. On still to what
@Atlanta VOL has said and about Jay Graham.. Then to Hubbs and the "All In" article.
As I was explaining that Fulmer's "time to go" wasn't the issue for me but how it was done and the disrespectful way that people like asst AD Curry had conspired.
BUT now it just felt as if everything was full circle, a curse broken. That regardless of Fulmer's coaching end, almost no one questioned his love for TN, his desire to have fb at a place of glory and understanding of what it takes.
Then as I was full blown into my explanation of how Pruitt seemed to be showing his intolerance for anything short of greatness, my wife interrupts me.
"Are you okay?" I hear. I understood instantly.
Apparently somewhere in my *discussion, l was no longer comfortably seated in my favorite chair.
Not now. Instead, I'm in a full on pace about the room
The calm voice that I had started with, replaced with a higher, louder version of.
My hand slightly vibrating and a crack in my voice directly related to the small lump in my throat. The lump that had developed somewhere between the power moves, the unbelievable talent grabs and the statement hires being made.
I was determined to be in wait and see mode but the excitement just keeps building and I can't seem to fight it.
I no longer even want to. It just feels different.
