I remember this day last year fairly clearly. The weather was perfect…breezy, sunny, and just a nip of coolness in the air. I went to a farmer’s market in Jacksonville Beach with a friend. I was told it was an “all organic” farmer’s market. I should have known that was code for a hippie market. Anyways, it was nice, there was lots of tie-dye, and the stereotypical somewhat unkempt looking lady had setup a weak mic and amp and plugged her acoustic in to serenade anybody there with really ****** renditions of Jimmy Hendrix and Bob Dylan songs.
I wore my standard gameday Tennessee shirt, and a lady wearing a Bammer shirt stopped me to chat for a minute. She asked who we played and I replied that we were playing LSU in Baton Rouge. She asked my opinion on what our changes were against the Tigers, and I straight up told her we were going to win. I’m usually a very unbias, straight-shooter kinda guy when it comes to my beloved Vols. If somebody asks me how I feel we’re going to do in a given game, I’ll tell them the truth. I know we’ve royally sucked going on 5 or 6 of the last 7 or 8 years now. But, I had this odd feeling that LSU wasn’t as good as advertised, and we were going to pull something off. I’d told several people the same thing at work throughout the week…including you guys that morning.
Part of the reason I was at the hippie market was to get some fresh veggies for that evening. My wife was working that Saturday morning and we were going to be having a bunch of friends over to grill and watch the night games. They were all supposed to arrive around 7:00 pm…just in time for the Tennessee-LSU game to finish. The misses and I were prepping for everybody to come over and watching the game at the same time. As the game went later and later, Tennessee was still hanging around. Finally, we stopped what we were doing and just stood in front of the tv together watching the last half or so of the 4th quarter.
We scored late to take the lead. Then, LSU was driving and driving and the clock was ticking and ticking. Ultimately, the most bizarre thing happened, LSU effed up their clock management with the ball two yards from the end zone and the clock ticking from 6 seconds (they’re lining up…) to 5 seconds (they’re discombobulated!) to 4 seconds (OMG THEY’RE CONFUSED AND NOT GOING TO GET THE SNAP OFF) to 3 seconds to T-BOB HEBERT JUST SNAPPED THE BALL AND JEFFERSONDIDN’THANDLEITANDFELLONITANDWEFELLONHIMANDIT’SGAMEOVERZOOOOOOMG!!!!!!).
Me and the misses are jumping up and down and yelling and actually chest-bumped. We were jacked up. Then this happened:
Just then, the first of our friends arrived. I don’t even remember the door bell ringing. My buddy has since told me that as he walked in the door, my wife was cussing and I was just standing, staring at the tv and ghost white…no color in my face.
What’s the point of that story? LSU visits Knoxville today and comes in as the #1-ranked team. My prediction this year?
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