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If you cannot understand why seeing Alabama lose at anything brings such glee to the heart of a Tennessee fan, you haven’t yet leaned what TTSO is all about;. David and Goliath and poetry.
Perhaps it is generational. However, we may yet live to see the circumstances that create this euphoria again. The joy is the result of losing to your arch nemesis for long enough and because of cheating and underhandedness, (Bear Bryant and the 90’s Bammers and getting away with it) and then triumphing over them for streaky periods. David beat down Goliath. You know we are the good guys.
We last felt it before Saban was hired. In fact it was getting to where we were taking it for granted that we were going to beat them. This is our downfall. Getting to fat and losing our way. In this relationship we cannot be Goliath.
The best football day ever personallly, was when the Vols beat Bryant in 1982. This surpassed the 1998 natty in many ways because of the pain associated with the 11 years of misery and the cocky bandwagon fans who follow Alabama. ( you had to be there) Neyland rocked and so did the volnation. I think part of this is poetry, and it is like David and Goliath. Bama greatest coach ever; Johnny Majors upstart coming home to coach after Pittsburgh Naty; On that day in 1982 top 5 Bama goes down just like old goliiath. Whipped them again next year. Bear didn’t live long after that. Dare I say God rest his soul. Poetry!
Now we Alabama’s native son. Great defensive mind who was noticeably absent from the looks of the loss in 2019 to Clemson. What poetry it will be when we stomp the hated tater diggers. When their own hero leads us to victory, because as he said, he wants us to be feared again!
Last night we saw that Goliath can be beaten. Many Tennesseans can’t recall who we are and only see our weakness and our losses. Our own people have no love for their state, no real patriotism; they look to winners like the dawgs, the tigers and the gimps! They have the hearts of mercenaries and bandwagon riders. But history proves when it is darkest, if you hold on, and if you don’t lose hope, when the dawn comes it is Orange! It is poetry! Then you will know what the third Saturday in October means!
Perhaps it is generational. However, we may yet live to see the circumstances that create this euphoria again. The joy is the result of losing to your arch nemesis for long enough and because of cheating and underhandedness, (Bear Bryant and the 90’s Bammers and getting away with it) and then triumphing over them for streaky periods. David beat down Goliath. You know we are the good guys.
We last felt it before Saban was hired. In fact it was getting to where we were taking it for granted that we were going to beat them. This is our downfall. Getting to fat and losing our way. In this relationship we cannot be Goliath.
The best football day ever personallly, was when the Vols beat Bryant in 1982. This surpassed the 1998 natty in many ways because of the pain associated with the 11 years of misery and the cocky bandwagon fans who follow Alabama. ( you had to be there) Neyland rocked and so did the volnation. I think part of this is poetry, and it is like David and Goliath. Bama greatest coach ever; Johnny Majors upstart coming home to coach after Pittsburgh Naty; On that day in 1982 top 5 Bama goes down just like old goliiath. Whipped them again next year. Bear didn’t live long after that. Dare I say God rest his soul. Poetry!
Now we Alabama’s native son. Great defensive mind who was noticeably absent from the looks of the loss in 2019 to Clemson. What poetry it will be when we stomp the hated tater diggers. When their own hero leads us to victory, because as he said, he wants us to be feared again!
Last night we saw that Goliath can be beaten. Many Tennesseans can’t recall who we are and only see our weakness and our losses. Our own people have no love for their state, no real patriotism; they look to winners like the dawgs, the tigers and the gimps! They have the hearts of mercenaries and bandwagon riders. But history proves when it is darkest, if you hold on, and if you don’t lose hope, when the dawn comes it is Orange! It is poetry! Then you will know what the third Saturday in October means!