Here' s my 1st Neyland story: Junior year of college, xfer to UT from a smaller college. Rooming with an old high school buddy who happens to be in Pride of the Southland. I get to campus on a Wed. He says they just had a drummer quit and I should go talk to the director and see if I can take his spot. I'm thinking this is 1000 to 1, right? Who just walks into the band that have been practicing for weeks for the season? I walk in, the director peers over his glasses, like he's gonna crush me like a bug. He calls up my old HS director and says, "I've got this boy in my office. Is he any good?" Hangs up the phone and says be at practice tomorrow 6.30. Wow, I'm in. Then it hits me I have 1.5 hrs to learn where to be and when on the field. I could screw up the whole show. Luckily drummers pretty much move forward/backward. I had some guy next to me yelling when to go and stop.
Game day Sat arrives, I'm in uniform and marching into Neyland stadium for the first time in my life. Guys, you have no idea how loud it is on that field when the T opens. I can't even hear my own drum. Probably one of the coolest things that has ever happened in my life. When you're in the band you go to all the games and get the best seats.
That's' when I became a true Vol fan.