Tomorrow will be hard I think from the stand point this was a very emotional and physical game. I really wouldn't be surprised if either team wins.@volwindy , you know Bruce Pearl isn't gonna let us beat him for a title. Tomorrow will be a hard day for us.
Hi Windy, waving at your from your fine airport!![]()
I have my little b-ball/airport story:It's an airport.. lol
Good one... I essentially tossed in the towel when down by 7 and ~ 3 min to go... Mo was no where to be seen on the Vols side... to win this just blows my mind. On to tomorrow!!I have my little b-ball/airport story:
Flew Asheville-Charlotte-Memphis (it’s an American Airlines thang) today, and the game started while I was there in Charlotte. I couldn’t get my ESPN app to work, so I was relying on a live score update site, Windy’s thread, and the BB forum thread, plus texts from Hubs. My connecting flight was late, of course, but I was still sweating the clock. The aircraft finally arrived, vomited out its passengers, and they hustled us out onto the tarmac and up the rolling stairs into the plane in record time. By then there were maybe 5 minutes on the clock, and the score was looking BAD.
For the first time in recorded Charlotte airport history, we were pushed back from the gate quickly (nonononono) and began taxiing the first few dozen miles to Memphis. The Vols started coming back, clock is running down, and we’re supposed to have turned off our phones. I hid it in my lap, closer, closer, while we meander around for ten minutes or so, and the pilot announces we’re first in line for takeoff with 10 seconds lefr and apparently a time out (NONONONONO!!!)
I keep sneaking looks, we’re rolling toward the active runway with four seconds, up by 2 and another freakin’ timeout, we turn onto the active, line up on the centerline, 2? seconds left, engines power up and we’re on takeoff, and I turn off my phone. With two seconds left on the clock.
Two hours later, we land, I turn it back on, and my phone explodes with texts and alerts.
I like to think that I made the sacrifice in order to keep our brave little CRJ 900 safely flying through the skies, but damn, that was the longest two hours of my life. Go Vols!
I would have been so frustratedI have my little b-ball/airport story:
Flew Asheville-Charlotte-Memphis (it’s an American Airlines thang) today, and the game started while I was there in Charlotte. I couldn’t get my ESPN app to work, so I was relying on a live score update site, Windy’s thread, and the BB forum thread, plus texts from Hubs. My connecting flight was late, of course, but I was still sweating the clock. The aircraft finally arrived, vomited out its passengers, and they hustled us out onto the tarmac and up the rolling stairs into the plane in record time. By then there were maybe 5 minutes on the clock, and the score was looking BAD.
For the first time in recorded Charlotte airport history, we were pushed back from the gate quickly (nonononono) and began taxiing the first few dozen miles to Memphis. The Vols started coming back, clock is running down, and we’re supposed to have turned off our phones. I hid it in my lap, closer, closer, while we meander around for ten minutes or so, and the pilot announces we’re first in line for takeoff with 10 seconds lefr and apparently a time out (NONONONONO!!!)
I keep sneaking looks, we’re rolling toward the active runway with four seconds, up by 2 and another freakin’ timeout, we turn onto the active, line up on the centerline, 2? seconds left, engines power up and we’re on takeoff, and I turn off my phone. With two seconds left on the clock.
Two hours later, we land, I turn it back on, and my phone explodes with texts and alerts.
I like to think that I made the sacrifice in order to keep our brave little CRJ 900 safely flying through the skies, but damn, that was the longest two hours of my life. Go Vols!
