"I felt like we played the entire four quarters against Florida, but had a lot of poor coaching decisions, however yesterday was more on the plays I feel."
My dad looks at me with a look of mild surprise.
"whoa, look at you! You know some football!?"
Me, in resigned tones... yeah dad, I've only worked the games for the last six years.
True but you sound like you know what you're talking about?!
Its cause I do.
It's fall. Which in Tennessee only means one thing.
Football.
I'm not going to lie, prior to moving to Knoxville TN I could've cared less about about the world that was sports. Football? So some guys run around with a ball? Big deal. Basketball? Even worse. Forget actually trying to play anything.
Growing up as a shy kid, doesn't help in the sports arena. Fail? In front of people? That was my worst nightmare.
However that all changed once I permanently stepped foot onto Knoxvillian soil, but more importantly in Neyland Stadium on a game day. The air was crisp, the sun was shining and orange was everywhere you looked.
It was electrifying.
As the stadium filled up with people, the atmosphere started heating up, everyone had excited looks on their faces as they hurried to their seats, arms full of greasy stadium food. I couldn't help but fill a little bit of that excitement myself.
What exactly happened on that field that would cause 102,000+ people to brave the cold for three hours?
I was intrigued that first game, but as subsequent weeks went by, and I was forced time and time again to be in Neyland Stadium (I'm part of Neyland Security Team :)) I started drinking the Koolaid.
I found myself wanting to purchase orange clothing.
I found myself following sports teams on twitter.
I found myself wanting to watch the game when I wasn't in the stadium.
I found myself learning more about football and the lingo.
Passing Game, Rushing Yards, Field Goals, Touchdowns, Touchbacks, Plays, Drives, Screen Passes... all these terms started to make sense to me.
I'd fallen in love with Tennessee Football...and they have proceeded to shatter my heart on a yearly basis.
After the Florida game two weeks ago, I'm about ready to hang out my towel. I knew we wouldn't win it, but the Volunteers like to fake us out. We start off so well. We're scoring points, we're stopping drives, and then we come out for the third quarter and the wheels just fall off the wagon.
The Florida game had a lot riding on it. We've been on a ten-year losing streak (and nearly every other team in the SEC except maybe Vanderbuilt) and everyone was hoping that this would be the day that the "curse" was broken.
Everyone was excited. We were up 27-7. WE.WERE.GOING.TO.WIN.THIS...
Unfortunately the coaches refused to throw the ball and we kept trying to run it down field. Since we did the same thing over and over, Florida knew what was coming each time and were able not only to stop us, but go on and beat us 28-27.
I'm not going to lie, even knowing they were going to break my heart, the crushing disappointment of losing this game was intense. I had planned to go downtown with some friends but went home instead. #VolTwitter was lit tho...
Since that time I've had a hard time mustering up any support for the team. This week's game was just another repeat. We started on on fire. Returned a punt for a touchdown within a minute of kick-off. We scored another touchdown very soon afterward, but Arkansas was having none of it, and we left the first half Tied.My dad looks at me with a look of mild surprise.
"whoa, look at you! You know some football!?"
Me, in resigned tones... yeah dad, I've only worked the games for the last six years.
True but you sound like you know what you're talking about?!
Its cause I do.
It's fall. Which in Tennessee only means one thing.
Football.
I'm not going to lie, prior to moving to Knoxville TN I could've cared less about about the world that was sports. Football? So some guys run around with a ball? Big deal. Basketball? Even worse. Forget actually trying to play anything.
Growing up as a shy kid, doesn't help in the sports arena. Fail? In front of people? That was my worst nightmare.
However that all changed once I permanently stepped foot onto Knoxvillian soil, but more importantly in Neyland Stadium on a game day. The air was crisp, the sun was shining and orange was everywhere you looked.
It was electrifying.
As the stadium filled up with people, the atmosphere started heating up, everyone had excited looks on their faces as they hurried to their seats, arms full of greasy stadium food. I couldn't help but fill a little bit of that excitement myself.
What exactly happened on that field that would cause 102,000+ people to brave the cold for three hours?
I was intrigued that first game, but as subsequent weeks went by, and I was forced time and time again to be in Neyland Stadium (I'm part of Neyland Security Team :)) I started drinking the Koolaid.
I found myself wanting to purchase orange clothing.
I found myself following sports teams on twitter.
I found myself wanting to watch the game when I wasn't in the stadium.
I found myself learning more about football and the lingo.
Passing Game, Rushing Yards, Field Goals, Touchdowns, Touchbacks, Plays, Drives, Screen Passes... all these terms started to make sense to me.
I'd fallen in love with Tennessee Football...and they have proceeded to shatter my heart on a yearly basis.
After the Florida game two weeks ago, I'm about ready to hang out my towel. I knew we wouldn't win it, but the Volunteers like to fake us out. We start off so well. We're scoring points, we're stopping drives, and then we come out for the third quarter and the wheels just fall off the wagon.
WHY CANT WE THROW A BALL?
— Erin (@ProjectErin) September 26, 2015
Guys, you have to understand we're just putting the "foot" back in football. You can't throw balls you're supposed to kick. #UFvsTenn
— Erin (@ProjectErin) September 26, 2015
Everyone was excited. We were up 27-7. WE.WERE.GOING.TO.WIN.THIS...
#TOUCHDOWN TENNESSEE
— Erin (@ProjectErin) September 26, 2015
I knew better. So I didn't hope. But its hard not too when the score looks so good.
5:29 ... Still enough time to lose #idontbelieve
— Erin (@ProjectErin) September 26, 2015
If you're not about to barf from nervousness, you're not American or a true #vfl
— Laura Halm (@WATELauraHalm) September 26, 2015
And a drop on 2nd down – wow. 3rd & 13 for Florida with 1:45 remaining from own 38.
— Rocky Top Insider (@rockytopinsider) September 26, 2015
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING.
— Erin (@ProjectErin) September 26, 2015
I'm not going to lie, even knowing they were going to break my heart, the crushing disappointment of losing this game was intense. I had planned to go downtown with some friends but went home instead. #VolTwitter was lit tho...
Being a Tennessee fan is like having 10 puppies and watching every single one of them get hit by a car in slow motion.
— KC (@kyliegoesham) September 26, 2015
UT fans have to learn to never expect a win or get their hopes up until there's zero seconds on the clock.
— Jasmine Johnson ☺ (@__jassssssssss) September 26, 2015
Tennessee: (adj) refers to someone who makes promises and instills hope, only to not follow through.
Ex: Wow, Jessica that was so Tennessee
— Trev Jeans (@TREVVYYJ) September 26, 2015
Some had hope.
We're going into the third as the underdog, perhaps we could pull off a miracle?
But nope.
Nope.