(I think I've posted this once in a similar thread, so apologies to those that have seen this)I'm "only" 32, but so much of LWS's post is like "my" Vol story. My Papaw grew up across from Neyland, on Hawthorne, right there off of Henley. He used to walk to games across that railroad tressel over the river. Most of "his kids" live in Huntsville (or thereabouts) now, but we still have lots of family in those hills of East Tennessee. Since I was old enough to remember, my Papaw has been taking me "to the Smokies" as he calls it and making sure I had Orange and White on and knew how to say "Go Big Orange" (in fact, most of my birthday cards growing up were signed, Love Papaw and Granny.....G_ B_ _ O_ _ _ _ _!) . SO like most of you, my love for Tennessee is so much deeper than just a song... or a color... or a stadium... or a tradition as rich as ours.... or all of the things that make up gameday. Its in my blood. Its who I am. It only takes a back seat to my love for God, Family and Friends.....I asked my wife to marry me on that train tressel, on gameday.
Long story short, Papaw's not in good health right now, so the last couple of seasons have been tough in more ways than one. Not only can he not make it to Neyland as often as we'd like, but we also haven't had very much to talk about when it comes to "our team". I have two boys now, 5 and 7, and you can bet your ass they're VOLS, and so is their mom-who has it almost as bad as I do for all things Orange (and her family is bammer die hards-haha). They've been to Neyland, MULTIPLE times. The day we got engaged, Peyton led the band at his last home game. Every time we go, especially now, I'm reminded of those good ole' chili dogs we'd get at the Smokey Mountain Market on the way to THE stadium, and of John Ward on the Hill (Papaw would ask me if I had my "head-set radio"), and walking those tracks on the way back to Papaw's old house (where his sister still lives by the way). I could go on and on....but I'll end with this, I can't help but get a lump in my throat and goosebumps when that T opens. It's just in my blood. Thank God for Papaws....