My worst flip out is ironic in a couple of ways. First, it was after a win.
In 1988, we started 0-6 but won our last 5 to finish 5-6. We opened with Colorado St. in 1989 and were favored by 20 points or so. If you weren't around for Johnny Majors, well he was the king of run it up the middle on 3rd and long. And that he did, all day long, as we protected a lead and played a field position game, and squeaked out a 17-14 win.
Well, my satanic ex-girlfriend came to stay with me that weekend and was giving me one of her traditional mindf@#c*ings. By games end, my whiskey flask had emptied just to the point where I had completely lost all inhibition and had superhuman strength.
Besides the ex-girlfriend confusion, I was enraged that Majors was (in my mind) going to subject us to another failed season. I filed out of Neyland, stormed past the baseball diamond, encountered some wooden sawhorses put up by the UT Police to control parking, and proceeded to stomp a couple of them to pieces. Evil ex-girlfriend is screaming at me to stop, various passer-bys are gawking, but I am oblivious, stomping, hurling pieces of wood at the fence surrounding the baseball diamond. Crazy. :crazy:
The second ironic thing about this is that the very next week we went out to Pasadena and upset a UCLA team that was ranked in the top 10. The UCLA game really marked the beginning of Tennessee's presence as a fixture atop the college football standings from 1989-2001.
I think your worst flip out is always going to be confined to your teens / early twenties. As you age, you learn to accept the inevitable (until you hire Kiffin :dance2

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I have never admitted this before. Please don't call the UT Police. I can't afford to replace the sawhorses once you factor in the interest.