I was an engineering student from '94 to '00. The '98 Arkansas game was the only time I ever convinced my parents and 2 younger brothers to see a game in person. We sat about 5 rows down from the top of the stadium, just beneath the "O" in the old VOLS sign. Tickets got pricey after they stopped allowing students to share their tickets with friends and family. The cold rain was terrible. I knew my mom was physically miserable but enjoying the time with us. We all had orange plastic parkas but honestly, we were soaked by the end of the 1st quarter. Late in the 4th quarter, the game was obviously slipping away. I could tell my dad was thinking about getting back on the highway to beat the traffic out of Knoxville but he couldn't bring himself to say the words. My dad was always the reserved type; a retired Navy Corpsman. But I knew he had enjoyed himself up to that point. It had a been a long time since we'd all been together like this, and despite the circumstance, spirits were still high. We screamed our heads out for 3hrs, my dad included. We had great group of fans surrounding us that game. The undefeated season was hanging on by a thread. Then the turnover happened on our end of the stadium.
For the record, I attended every 90's Florida game, the Oregon hurricane game, the Cal blowout, etc. I don't know that I've ever heard Neyland that loud in my life. The sound of 107K? 109K? people letting everything out in unison. The shared joy between complete and utter strangers. Here I was a 21yr old student hugging some 50yr old guy 2 rows up that I'd never met. It was humanity at it's best. To this day, it's one of my favorite memories of my parents. Not long after that, I married my college sweetheart. (She's a Vol too.) I graduated. Got a job. Started a family. I didn't know it at the time but that was probably the last time I saw my dad through the eyes of a kid spending time with his old man.
I'll be the first to admit that these last 10-12yrs have been tough tough to stomach as a Vol fan but when I think about that Arkansas game from the perspective of being a father myself, with an 18 and 16 year old, it changes things. Yeah, I'd love to win every game. But when I acknowledge the true value of the time I'm spending with my wife and kids and that maybe one of them will have that Arkansas moment,... with me. A father could only hope.
Go Vols!