I was just thinking about this today. For me it’s about the journey.There are two "types" of fans in this world. Those who only care about the destination. If it’s not a championship, it’s not enough. Nothing but a trophy will satisfy them. It's "fire the coach" season after season.
And then there are those who fall in love with the journey. The memories. The goosebumps. The high fives with strangers. The hugs with family. The late nights, the close games, the miracle finishes.
You’ll forever remember where you were when that field goal went in against Alabama.
When Tennessee basketball finally raised that SEC tournament trophy after 40 years.
When the baseball team dogpiled in Hoover for the first time in decades.
Those moments matter.
They live in your bones.
They bond generations.
They are the reason we care so much in the first place.
I'm going to continue to cherish the ride. Because long after the trophies fade and the stats are forgotten, it's the moments—the roar, the rush, the people beside you—that stay with your heart forever. It's that memory of taking my Dad to his first ever UT football game. It's the memory of sitting with my Mom and brothers for TN's SEC baseball title in Hoover. It's the memory of sitting in a monsoon against LSU with another brother with a Dooley led team that couldn't win the lottery even if they found a winning scratch off on the ground. I am so grateful each and every day that I was born a Vol, and I will die a Vol. I don't need a trophy in a case somewhere in Knoxville to give meaning to my fandom. It makes the moments even more special when they do happen.
There are two "types" of fans in this world. Those who only care about the destination. If it’s not a championship, it’s not enough. Nothing but a trophy will satisfy them. It's "fire the coach" season after season.
And then there are those who fall in love with the journey. The memories. The goosebumps. The high fives with strangers. The hugs with family. The late nights, the close games, the miracle finishes.
You’ll forever remember where you were when that field goal went in against Alabama.
When Tennessee basketball finally raised that SEC tournament trophy after 40 years.
When the baseball team dogpiled in Hoover for the first time in decades.
Those moments matter.
They live in your bones.
They bond generations.
They are the reason we care so much in the first place.
I'm going to continue to cherish the ride. Because long after the trophies fade and the stats are forgotten, it's the moments—the roar, the rush, the people beside you—that stay with your heart forever. It's that memory of taking my Dad to his first ever UT football game. It's the memory of sitting with my Mom and brothers for TN's SEC baseball title in Hoover. It's the memory of sitting in a monsoon against LSU with another brother with a Dooley led team that couldn't win the lottery even if they found a winning scratch off on the ground. I am so grateful each and every day that I was born a Vol, and I will die a Vol. I don't need a trophy in a case somewhere in Knoxville to give meaning to my fandom. It makes the moments even more special when they do happen.
Doesn’t make a lot of sense to have girls trying to bunt every inning taking the bat out of their hands while the rest of the country is trying to hit bombs. HR are the name of the game now and if you don’t gear your philosophy towards that then you won’t win a national championship.
I like the journey too but I also would like to journey to a championship one day.
You are preaching to the choir, my man.If he was guilty then the law would have come into effect. Just because someone says something about you or me then it's true and we are guilty? Not the way it works.
That’s where I would think. She committed to Florida back in 2018 I believe, long time to be committed to play one year. Big fan of Marissa Young and what she’s done in a short amount of time. Or Uconn if she doesn’t want to play for mom or needs familiar face without the pressure.I saw that. Do you think she heads over to duke to be with her mom?