Count me team-centered. I'd rather go 9-3 with quality individuals and a clean program than 12-0 with thugs and sanctions.
Dad took me to my first game: Boston College in the old horseshoe stadium. Wore my "Archie Who?" button to the game against Ole Miss. Saw Condredge Holloway as a freshman (JV team then) against Notre Dame--never seen a performance like it since.
Living in New Orleans, working on the Tulane campus when I heard that Archie's boy looked like he might start as a sophomore across campus at the Isidore Newman H.S. Watched Peyton's entire H.S. career there, then watched the live local broadcast when he announced he was going to Tennessee. When I stopped yelling, I heard scattered echoes drifting across campus from other expatriated Vols cheering in front of their TVs.
Deja vu three years later when Peyton announced he was staying for his senior year. Same echoes, too.
After Katrina we came back to Tennessee to start over. Part-time jobs for awhile, but saved money to take my wife to see Candace play. Later bought my Dad an HDTV to watch the Vols. This year took my wife to Murfreesboro to cheer for Tyler Summitt's Lady Techsters team--'cause he's R.B. & Pat's boy so he's family.
That's being a Vol fan for me--family, through good and bad. VFL with hundreds of thousands of others--and I'm proud that I can be proud again.