Shhhh...
It's not yet time to wake them.
You and I, we are not normal. We are not average representatives of Vol Nation. We are a small minority who gravitate to places where we can talk Vols football (and the other sports) all year round. We are the hyperactive tip of the spear.
The average Vols fan, folks like many in my extended family and the community around here, your community too, probably, they're going through normal late spring rituals: finishing up school, thinking about finding a summer job, getting ready to PCS, carrying on with the day-to-day grind, enjoying retirement.
Football is not on their minds right now.
But in about three months, they are going to come roaring to life. They will wake up and start shouting. Shouting in Neyland Stadium. Shouting in Hooters and Buffalo Wild Wings. In their living room. In their friend's living room. In the cab of that 18-wheeler rolling down the highway. In some god-forsaken desert halfway around the world.
Wherever they are, there will be some blood-curdling screaming going on. Hopefully in excitement. Once in a while, in pain.
Millions of raw, raging voices, cheering on our lads. It is always inspiring, and a little intimidating, to contemplate.
That's coming. It will be time to wake up soon.
I can't wait.
Go Vols!
It's not yet time to wake them.
You and I, we are not normal. We are not average representatives of Vol Nation. We are a small minority who gravitate to places where we can talk Vols football (and the other sports) all year round. We are the hyperactive tip of the spear.
The average Vols fan, folks like many in my extended family and the community around here, your community too, probably, they're going through normal late spring rituals: finishing up school, thinking about finding a summer job, getting ready to PCS, carrying on with the day-to-day grind, enjoying retirement.
Football is not on their minds right now.
But in about three months, they are going to come roaring to life. They will wake up and start shouting. Shouting in Neyland Stadium. Shouting in Hooters and Buffalo Wild Wings. In their living room. In their friend's living room. In the cab of that 18-wheeler rolling down the highway. In some god-forsaken desert halfway around the world.
Wherever they are, there will be some blood-curdling screaming going on. Hopefully in excitement. Once in a while, in pain.
Millions of raw, raging voices, cheering on our lads. It is always inspiring, and a little intimidating, to contemplate.
That's coming. It will be time to wake up soon.
I can't wait.
Go Vols!