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Post by The MOUTHPIECE on Aug 21, 2013 22:34:49 GMT -5
Mullings and I went to our first game together in the season opener 2001. After a Syracuse punt, Tennessee got the ball in good field position (like inside the cuse 40). I told mullings that they should go up top to stallworth first play. Well that's exactly what happened. Dumb luck on my part, but mullings turned to me after the play and said "yeah basically"
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Post by Lone Nut on Aug 21, 2013 22:41:08 GMT -5
However, the UT cheerleaders were staying at our hotel on Friday night. They were out in the pool messing around, and I went down there and got in. None of those gals wanted anything to do with me. Darn shame Winnie Cooper wasn't there. She would have ridden the slide with you.
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Post by Magnum on Aug 21, 2013 22:56:56 GMT -5
However, the UT cheerleaders were staying at our hotel on Friday night. They were out in the pool messing around, and I went down there and got in. None of those gals wanted anything to do with me. Darn shame Winnie Cooper wasn't there. She would have ridden the slide with you. That was almost 2 years before I met Winnie. I am sure she wonders what happened to me.
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Post by Lone Nut on Aug 21, 2013 23:33:52 GMT -5
In 1996 I had press box seats at Neyland for the Florida game. The seats were immediately next to a couple that the management of Thompson-Boling (i.e. Tim Reese) had for VIPs or people they were wanting to impress. The way I understood it the guys who had those seats on this rainy, messy day (which at the time was the biggest Neyland crowd ever at 106,000+) were part of Reba McIntire's advance team who were in town to scout out TBA for lighting and sound issues.
Well these guys had two problems that day. First, they were Florida fans. Second, they were completely drunk before they got there and they got even more wasted as the game went along. In that end of the press box, there's a lot of decorum as best as I could tell. Golf claps for first downs, louder golf claps for touchdowns. Well, I assume that because as you probably recall Florida scored 35 unanswered to start the game so there wasn't much for the living Vol fan to clap or get excited about.
The drunken Florida fans had plenty to get excited about a'course. So with each first down and Danny Wuerffel touchdown one of the two guys in particular got louder and goofier and it wasn't enough that he was cheering for Florida. He was trashing Peyton (gasp!) and the Vols and taunting everyone in the box. "YA'LL SUCK!!! HA HA HA HA!!" was the most intelligent thing he said. Plenty of sloppy drunk cussin', too.
Well, sitting behind me was an older couple, and the woman was basically Mrs. Smails from Caddyshack. She was getting quietly pissed throughout the first half as this guy got louder and louder. But after that 5th touchdown the dude was screaming and pointing and taunting and Mrs. Smails had hit her limit. As soon as Florida guy sat down, she grabbed her 32 oz plastic cup and dumped the entire contents on his head.
Some of it of course splashed on me and Mrs. Nut and we weren't sure if there was going to be a fight between the guy and the woman, the guy and the woman's husband, or some other combination. Fortunately Drunk Gator Fan found it humorous and started laughing. And taunting some more. But mostly laughing. It was pretty tense for the rest of us, but I think it sobered him up a little. The rest of the game was all about Peyton and Heavy coming up 99. I wanted the comeback not so much for the Vols and myself at that point, but just to see what Mrs. Smails would do if the Vols finally turned the tables. Alas, it wasn't to be.
The postlude is that Gus Manning himself came to my office the next week to apologize in person for the incident. He was the one that gave me the back story on who the dude was. He was a real gent about it.
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Post by Thunder Good-Oil on Aug 22, 2013 10:27:32 GMT -5
This happened before the Auburn football game in 1975 - it might be a kind of you had to have been there to appreciate it kind of story.
Friday night before the 1975 UT v Barn game somebody had strung a War Eagle sign off of the Forest Heights bridge facing the east bound traffic on I-40. Forest Heights was my paper route. So a friend of mine that was also a paperboy spotted it Saturday morning. The game traffic was already heavy heading to campus. The sign was about 3' tall by 6 foot wide and was hanging just underneath the bridge. So my buddy and I park our motorcycles on the bridge and start reeling in the sign to remove it. Each wave of UT fans passing under the bridge didn't realize that we were taking it down. They thought that we were installing it... so we were getting honked at and given the bird from about every other car. It was hilarious, so when we had the sign in hand we started waving it at the traffic and then every car was and flipping us off. Then a cop on a motorcycle turned his siren on and that ended it. We left with the sign. End of story. Like I said, you probably had to be there to understand the hilarity of it all. Go Vols.
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Post by JM on Aug 22, 2013 13:06:18 GMT -5
Back to back Jacks right thur.
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Post by Magnum on Aug 22, 2013 13:25:02 GMT -5
I went to BAMA for the first time in 1993. It was Fulmer's first year as head coach, and Bama was coming off a national title.
It was at Legion Field.
Well, we hadn't beaten them since 1985.
Well, UT had the lead. We were up by 8 and it looked like the streak was over. Then Bama got the ball back, and drove it on us. They scored.
Then DUECE Palmer lined up in the backfield at QB. EVERYBODY knew what was coming next. He got the direct snap, and took it in around the right side.
I was kind of dejected as all Vol fans were that day. If you ever went to Legion Field, there was a gravel parking lot out front for the motor homes. I rode down there on Litton Cochran's motor home. Well, in the motor home lot, I was walking out, and this little, older BAMMER who was drunk, got in my face. Or chest actually.
Started in on me with "IS THAT ALL Y"ALL CAN DO AFTER 8 years? You can just TIE us".
I said, "Dude, we both lost. Nobody is happy with a tie".
"ROLL MOTHER FUGGIN TIDE"
I said "Get out of my face man. We tied".
He then drew a line in the gravels, and said "Cross this line you big mother fugger". CROSS THIS LINE
I said "If I cross that line, I am going to kick your ass".
Then some older gentleman from Tennessee put his hand on my shoulder and said "Just let him go. It ain't worth it".
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Post by TNCOWBOY on Aug 22, 2013 14:35:55 GMT -5
1998 Tennessee/Florida. My Dad had dropped our season tix in '85 when I started high school. I'd went down there any game I wanted and got tix off the street for $20 or less and never worried about it. (Except 90 ND which is another story).
I had gotten married the prior Spring. My wife was adamant about going and frankly I didn't want to miss it either. So we head down that morning and meet my best friend and his wife. They had tix but were using different seats from a client of her Dads. Had lunch on Cumberland and started hitting the scalpers. First guy, I offer $100 for 2. He laughed and said $500 min. I laughed back and said Ill see you at kickoff. All day, I'm getting similar conversations. And getting more worried by the second.
Approaching kickoff, we head down to the gates and NO ONE is scalping. Relatively speaking. Suddenly we look around and there might have been 100 people total out there in our vision. My buddy's wife says, "Jay, you just take my ticket and go with Brian. Sue and I will go back and watch at a sports bar." I looked at Sue and she nodded that it was fine.
Triumphantly, Wallen and I troupe into Neyland. As we walk, he cautions me to watch my language. These seats are all around this family who buys tons of lumber from them and offending them could be disastrous. Even then, my ability to hold liquor was sketchy as he well knew.
All that to say: Mid third quarter and for a relatively boring game Ive never been to one so intense. Clearly, one play could decide it as the offenses, aside for a few huge plays could do nothing. Florida has it 4th and long around midfield. Harkening back to Spurriers brazen 4th and 18 TD from the same spot in '96, I stand up and yell like a battle captain,
"GO FOR IT NOW SPURIER, YOU MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111111"
No lie, at least 4 full sections, around 2000 people or 4000 eyeballs turn directly at us and stared for 3 or 4 years. Wallens face was ashen. I seriously considered calling the EMT's.
We didn't have much to say the rest of the game until Coopers FG missed. I never heard anything else about it. Evidently, winning heals all wounds.
Best crowd ever in that stadium. Never been as loud before or since.
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Post by Mauler on Aug 22, 2013 15:24:57 GMT -5
'91 Florida at the swamp. This was myself, T-Berry, Bill Dozer and Dozer's brother. This was the time when the fax crap with Jack Sells broke.
Anyway, the Vols got beat handily per usual. We stay in some godforsaken roach plaza after the game. T-Berry and I are really pissing the Dozer boys off giggling like 2 schoolgirls in the bed. This was around the time we were watching Porky's about 5 times a week and thought "Big Al" the gator mascot was hilarious and homosexual.
We'd get quiet for a few minutes and then say some thing like "MISTA AL, MY HOUNDS AND I WOULD LIKE TO PARTY WITH 5 OF YOUR CROCS UP IN THE GATOR DEN" .... "LEMME GET THIS STRAIGHT. 5 OF MY SNAPPERS IN THE DEN? THAT'S ALLOTTA HORNY DICKS"
This went on for the better part of an hour. It ended up with both of us being thrown in the pool from the balcony.
We still talk about it every time we get together.
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Post by Koz on Aug 22, 2013 15:41:39 GMT -5
Good stuff. We have a saying that went down in Koz family lore
1993 bammer@barn- barn is 10-0 and bammer is defending NC. Barn is on a TV ban due to probation. Somehow my old man has myself, warrior and him tix. Warrior is a Jr at bama at this point (I'm 14) warriors best friend since grade school is there ticketless. Well, no prob we buy one down there. 30 min til KO and we can't even find ANYBODYvwith one for sell. All 3 of us empty our pockets and give friend every cent we have and tell him good luck (this was a very considerable amount mind you in the pre debit card days) so half way thru the 2nd Q. In comes friend huffing and puffing scared shitless. He said roughly 40 people were outside a gate and ushers couldn't be bought. Time to crash the gate! He says it was 70/30 barn fans and he knew the bammers would be targeted first but he had to get inside. The cops took down several but he got thru. My dad says good job! We are thirsty and no money so fetch at half.
Now that sets up a saying that I nor Warrior and friend had ever heard. This fat ole Barner in front of us had been pretty calm but had directed a few comments toward us. So late in a close game James Bostic breaks loose for a long run to all but seal the win for Barn. He turns and puts in finger in my dads face and jubilantly yells "James Bostic,James Bostic, I told u it would be James Bostic! " my dad then yells back at him these famous words, "EAT A BIGGUN!"
I text all three culprits this morning after this thread reminded me... two words- James Bostic.....all replied "Eat a BIGGUN" The obscurity of the words we found hilarious (save my dad whom meant it) Anytime dad says something warrior and I don't agree with to this day we mumble to each other that phrase
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Post by wolfgang on Aug 22, 2013 16:05:16 GMT -5
I was a Cubs sheep in HS and Glenn Beckert was my favorite player. Some Indiana friends and I had gotten into having custom T-shirts printed, so I had one that said “Glenn Beckert Cub Corps”. I also had a “Rick Mount Rippers Club” as well as some variations on Zelmo Beaty, but that’s for another day.
It was the summer of ’69 and we had been in TN for about a year. My dad and one of his friends from church decided they’d take all of us to a Braves game, and of course I picked one against the Cubs. I took my T-shirt and hoped to get Glenn to sign it.
We got there early enough for warm-ups so it should have been pretty easy to get a signature. The deal was the rail was already jammed with little kids wIth the same idea. I guess I was 16 and too cool to just stand there with them, so I was about to give up the whole idea. Dad spoke up and said he’d go get it for me, so I gave him the shirt and off he went. I don’t think he had any trouble getting Glenn to sign the shirt, and IIRC Glenn even had one of the other guys look at it. So Dad started back to our seats but then he saw Sandy Koufax.
You other old coots might remember Koufax spent a few years as an announcer. I don’t think he ever worked up to the featured games, but he was in Atlanta that day and was doing some pre-game promo from the stands. Dad walked toward him to get his autograph, too, but Sandy was practically “live” and motioned him to wait. The security guys got involved around that time and told Dad to move along. Dad started waving his arms and yelling, “Sandy! Sandy! They’re taking me away!” or words to that effect while Sandy’s still motioning him to cool it. Anyway, when he got back to our seats, he had Sandy’s autograph, too.
That episode seems out of character for Dad but, as my brother says, there weren’t many things that Dad wouldn’t try to do for us. I also think he had a bit of an adventurous streak, didn’t mind being the center of attention and was pretty fearless about a lot of things. Sometimes I do wonder about what stunts he and my uncle might have pulled back in the day.
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Post by JM on Aug 22, 2013 20:02:14 GMT -5
Keep em comin'...
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Post by Thunder Good-Oil on Aug 22, 2013 21:22:19 GMT -5
1/1/1986. Missing Link and I are outside the Super Dome with our tickets for our nose bleed seats. ML wanted to upgrade so he's negotiating with a scalper. We bought some lower level seats around the 20 yard line maybe 25 rows up... good seats. So we go in and find our seats. Turns out that they are in the absolute center of the Miami fan's section. Opening drive for Miami and Vinnie shoves it down the Vols throat. 7-0 Miami and we're in the center of these cheering Canes fans. Lady behind me is hitting me on the head with her shaker. They're all standing and screaming, we're like a Vol island in a sea of Miami people. Not another Vol fan in the immediate area. So we're resigned to the probablilty that TN is about to get spanked, but at least they made it here. It's been 15 years since TN was in a NY Day bowl game. Then TN starts laying the whoopin' on Vinnie and the boys. Carter is running up and down the aisle shaking his O&W shaker in all of their faces everytime TN does something good (and it happened a lot). I see Carter not just going up and down in the aisle... he's going across the front row giving the Cane contingent the business with his shaker. We're standing up screaming our buzzed heads of for pretty much the entire game. Around the 4th quarter the shaker lady behind me says (in her pissed off snarky tone) "why don't you sit down!?!". Turned out to be a pretty good spot to watch the 35-7 ass kicking.
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Post by Koz on Aug 22, 2013 21:31:15 GMT -5
The famous 4th and 19 bammer /UT weekend was a real hoot for me. Fri night my suv gets broken into. Broke out the back driver side window (wasnt shit in there to take if so I never missed it) so I have broken glass all in back seat in a billion pieces. So sat morning rollsaround and me and roommate fetch 2 kegs and toss them in the hatch. We roll up to a red light and are parked for a solid 3 seconds when glance in the rearview. Oh shit, hold on....Bang ! A woman slams me square in the assend. So 1/2 of the billions shards of glass fly from the backseat forward all over us. Get out and the ladies car is messed up pretty bad. Mine is basically fine so I tell the lady good luck, I'm out. So we pull up to unload the kegs at the tailgate. Dump them but roommate doesnt shut the hatch unbeknown to me. As I leave to go park my hatch catches the open door to my pals truck scraping both up nicely. To end the weekend Joe Kines decides to play 2 defenders in azone 5 yards in the flats on 4th and 19. great weekend
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Post by Rudedog on Aug 24, 2013 10:12:05 GMT -5
I went to Birmingham in 1989 for the famous Cobbless-Webb game which was the first game without Cobb. Sterling Hinton was ineffective and was replaced by Andy Kelley. Andy threw a long touchdown pass to one of the receivers. A nice Alabama fan (a rare thing) was sitting next to me. He showed me a replay on his little TV and said "You want to see you want to see a replay of your guy catch that pass?" Alabama was up 40-20 late in the game and scored another TD with about 2 seconds left. When Mrs. Rude and I left, a smart arse little fraternity looking prick (more like the average Bammer Fan) looked at me and said "Up Reggie's nose." I turned around and started to go over there but Mrs. Rude stopped me of course. On the way home I told her I would never come back to Birmingham to see a game.
I changed my tune in 1995. I thought to myself, I really think we might win this time. A coworker and I decided to go. We stopped at a convenience store in Birmingham for something. A huge mean looking black feller saw my UT stuff and said in an aggressive fashion "Who do you think is going to win?" I said that I never make predictions. He said "I am not talking about predictions. Who do you think is going to win??" I answered something else and he said a third time "WHO DO YOU THINK IS GOING TO WIN?! I finally said Tennessee. He then said " I'm from Detroit Michigan. I think Tennessee is going to win too!" . We stopped at a restaurant later and a couple of police asked us who won or something like that and they were happy. I think they were Auburn fans.
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