madbamahater
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It was 2012. A cool day. I was parked in lot at Opry Mills in Nashville waiting to take my son into the Opryland Hotel for all of the Christmas stuff. It was a nice day out, a great day for family fun.
The reason we were waiting in car to go in is because I was listening to the radio. The press conference. The press conference to announce UTs new coach.
Dooley had been fired after the shameful loss at Vandie. It was liberating when they fired Dooley. There was optimism in the air. The worst coach ever was now gone.
The announcement. The official announcement from UT athletic department. It was now official. The Vols had a new coach. A new life. A breathe of fresh air. A new hero was gonna take us to the promise land.
Well................
Well, the announcement was Butch ****ing Jones. That's right. That Butch Jones. The "who's that" Butch Jones. The one from Cincinnati that had mild success with Brian Kelly's players. Yeah.....that guy....
I remember feeling so great when Doolander was fired and so disappointed when Butch was the guy.....
Just really ho-hum....I remember walking around Opryland confused. Trying to wrap my head around the decision. Hoping for the best. Hoping for a diamond in the rough. Another Knute Rockne another Robert Neyland another Bear Bryant. Hell even another Jimmy Johnson.
But, there was this feeling. This ho-hum feeling. This feeling of man this guy sucks. As much as I tried to focus on the above mentioned hopes, my gut kept reeling me back to what a ****ty hire this was.
But, I bought in. I saw the commercials. The billboards. The slogans. The recruiting. Locking down the state. Our state. Tennessee's state. I was all enthusiastic! Excited! Thrilled! Hopeful!
But, then again, this feeling would come back. This ho-hum feeling. This nervous feeling. I tried to push my fears away and just believe.
.....and then.....a bunch of stuff happened.....a ton....but I was fed a bunch of promises and excuses...but they didn't seem like excuses...they seemed like legit reasons......
.... more and more happened and I grew weary....mad....sad....fooled..hustled...groped....tricked..and ashamed.
Ashamed I had fallen for it. Gone against my gut. Gone agaisnt everything I knew...
I had fallen for Butch Jones. Butch ****ing Jones....
Now here I sit....2017...and here I sit knownig we have the worst coach ever all over again...
The reason we were waiting in car to go in is because I was listening to the radio. The press conference. The press conference to announce UTs new coach.
Dooley had been fired after the shameful loss at Vandie. It was liberating when they fired Dooley. There was optimism in the air. The worst coach ever was now gone.
The announcement. The official announcement from UT athletic department. It was now official. The Vols had a new coach. A new life. A breathe of fresh air. A new hero was gonna take us to the promise land.
Well................
Well, the announcement was Butch ****ing Jones. That's right. That Butch Jones. The "who's that" Butch Jones. The one from Cincinnati that had mild success with Brian Kelly's players. Yeah.....that guy....
I remember feeling so great when Doolander was fired and so disappointed when Butch was the guy.....
Just really ho-hum....I remember walking around Opryland confused. Trying to wrap my head around the decision. Hoping for the best. Hoping for a diamond in the rough. Another Knute Rockne another Robert Neyland another Bear Bryant. Hell even another Jimmy Johnson.
But, there was this feeling. This ho-hum feeling. This feeling of man this guy sucks. As much as I tried to focus on the above mentioned hopes, my gut kept reeling me back to what a ****ty hire this was.
But, I bought in. I saw the commercials. The billboards. The slogans. The recruiting. Locking down the state. Our state. Tennessee's state. I was all enthusiastic! Excited! Thrilled! Hopeful!
But, then again, this feeling would come back. This ho-hum feeling. This nervous feeling. I tried to push my fears away and just believe.
.....and then.....a bunch of stuff happened.....a ton....but I was fed a bunch of promises and excuses...but they didn't seem like excuses...they seemed like legit reasons......
.... more and more happened and I grew weary....mad....sad....fooled..hustled...groped....tricked..and ashamed.
Ashamed I had fallen for it. Gone against my gut. Gone agaisnt everything I knew...
I had fallen for Butch Jones. Butch ****ing Jones....
Now here I sit....2017...and here I sit knownig we have the worst coach ever all over again...
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