I've been to a lot of Vols game but I doubt any will stick out in my mind quite like this one for as long as I live. Every other year I fly from Colorado to Athens for this game and am lucky enough to have some VERY generous GA fans as friends who have a skybox suite.
They invite me to join them in the box every year and it's always me and one other Vols fan who's from GA who's dad has access to the box. Sometimes I think they let me in the box just so they can gang up on me. They're as gracious and hospitable as can be, but it always comes with endless jabs and $hit talking. It's all in good fun if they win. But you can feel the daggers when the big orange whips dey azz.
But this one...this one sent them into a new realm of hatred for the vols, I suspect permanently. You could see it and sense it in every one of their eyes. They wanted me dead. Something about losing that way to Butch really crushed their souls if I'm being honest. For them, the Butch factor added insult to injury. They'd been bagging on him, rightfully so at that point, the whole weekend.
When they win, they stay till security throws them outta their box. The previous game in Athens I had to suffer through an hour and a half of the whitest dance party you've ever seen with them drunkenly blaring Gangnam Style on repeat. It was a close game and I just wanted to get the eff outta there but nope. Here, we're gonna rub it in your face and look at you the whole time while we gloat to gangnam style.
No revenge has ever tasted as sweet to me as the Dobbnail Boot. Never in my life have I truly enjoyed 80,000 people's misery. But they'd started the party not a minute before JJ pulled that $hit down. The whole stadium had already cued up whatever $hitty song had replaced gangnam style. The best part? Their box is directly above the Pride of the Southland Band. You couldn't hear $hit besides Rocky Top. Goooooood ollllllld Rocky Top! Rocky Top Tenn-e-sseeeeeeee!!!!