A complete day at a Vols game, win or lose, finishes with going down to the Pride of the Southland and swaying to The Tennessee Waltz. Watch the players and band leave the field and the only folk left are late night news crews doing their thing.
Then you pitch your beverage cup, stroll to the car, most of the post game gridlock is done, and just meander on home. I used to try to beat gridlock. But why, when you can let all that go before and hear the greatest college band play a great tune?