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Post by Rudedog on Aug 24, 2013 10:19:17 GMT -5
One year at a home game in the late 70's, (I forget who we were playing)we parked in a garage under a student apartment building behind Cumberland Ave. where future Mrs. Rude lived with a roommate while attending U.T. After the game, there was a Volkswagen Bug parked where we and a car on the other side couldn't get out. We helped the other people by picking up the car and moving it. When they got their car out, the got out and we moved it so we could get out. I came back the next afternoon to see the future Mrs. Rude and the car was still there.
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Post by Lone Nut on Aug 24, 2013 11:28:24 GMT -5
Went to Gainesville in 1997 for Peyton's Last Stand. Our seats were one row from the very top of the upper deck, so I had the Goodyear Blimp view of Peyton's pick six and getting folded up like a cheap tent on numerous occasions. Following all the hype of his return this was as sheared as a sheep could get. So after the game I wandered down to the plaza outside the stadium to meet up with my friends who were scattered throughout Benny Hill Stadium. There's a normal amount of post game whooping and hollering among the drunk Gaytor fans, but nothing remarkable.
Then a TV crew walks up to me, sees my in my orange t-shirt and asks if I would be willing to be interviewed. I'm like, sure, whatever. The crew was from a Chattanooga TV station. There's not really anyone around, but when the light from the camera came on suddenly there were drunk Gaytor honks thicker than flies on hot dog crap in the yard. Swarming me, yelling so loud I couldn't hear the reporter's questions, or my own answers, and shoving #1 fingers into the camera right in front of my face.
I was making a mental plan of going whirling dervish as soon as the interview was over to get these assholes out of my face. But the second the camera light went off the Gaytor fans scattered like cockroaches when the lights come on. In an instant I'm standing there alone again like nothing had even happened. And I'm thinking to myself, "that just happened, right?"
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Post by The MOUTHPIECE on Aug 24, 2013 13:33:26 GMT -5
Was a frosh at UT 1993. Four of us drive my friends POS mini van to Gainesville. After the game we were in a bar with hundreds of gaytor fans. One of my friends gets attacked then throws a punch to defend himself. He gets arrested for defending himself, goes to jail. We all have to pitch in to bail him out the next morning (close to $600). Of course we're broke, non ATM/debit card era. We are low on gas, stop in Valdosta and bum a gas fill up from a nice south ga black lady.
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Post by Rudedog on Aug 25, 2013 17:05:48 GMT -5
Forgot to add to the 95 Bammer game. At the end of the game several Tennessee fans rushed the field. The police chased them down and arrested them. Those of us in the stands started chanting "Let them go..let them go!!!
Of course Peyton was directing the band.
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Post by BuckeyeBenny on Aug 25, 2013 22:10:30 GMT -5
Went to Bengals training camp w/ come buddies in 2004. At the end of the morning session the fans form lines along the walk way back to the locker rooms to get autographs. Everyone was cool. I pulled my poster away from Chris Perry...not gonna let a Meechigander sign. My buddy brought a hideous 80's Bengals poster and the players loved it. Swear he nearly got the whole team. John Cooper came down the line and I started shouting Powell, TN...Powell, TN...Powell, TN...to get his attention. He came right over and asked if I was from Powell. I told him that is where I lived and that the Ruby Tuesday's on Clinton Highway had his photo hanging in the lobby. I think he was impressed... Made small talk for a couple minutes and I made him promise to put the kiabash on Perry to make up for all the times TSUN ripped his/our hearts out.
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Post by Lone Nut on Aug 25, 2013 22:14:14 GMT -5
Went to Bengals training camp w/ come buddies in 2004. Come buddies. Interesting.
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Post by TNCOWBOY on Aug 25, 2013 22:14:46 GMT -5
You might want to edit that first sentence Benny.
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Post by 404whore on Aug 25, 2013 22:18:45 GMT -5
Is "pulling my poster" code for something you & your come buddies like to do?
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Post by TNCOWBOY on Aug 25, 2013 22:22:20 GMT -5
I fear Benny has unwittingly created an instant TLF meme.
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Post by JM on Aug 25, 2013 22:28:16 GMT -5
Epic thread.
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Post by VOLatLARGE on Aug 25, 2013 23:22:26 GMT -5
05 UT/Vandy game at Neyland. I took a girl I was dating at the time to her first TN game ever... As crappy as that yr was nobody thought we'd really get beat by Vandy. As the game went on and Jay Cutler kept making plays these 3 Vandy frat guys kept getting louder and louder. By the end of the game and the realization that we are gonna lose hits, this older UT fan that has had enough of listening to these guys all game starts climbing over rows to get to these frat boys still shouting and talking smack. The UT fan gets ahold of the closest one and just lays him out cold... Some folks pulled him off of the other 2 frat guys and they QUICKLY got out in a hurry. My lady friend didn't know what to think...
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Post by Magnum on Aug 26, 2013 10:59:24 GMT -5
Poor Benny.
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Post by Magnum on Aug 26, 2013 11:01:37 GMT -5
Was a frosh at UT 1993. Four of us drive my friends POS mini van to Gainesville. After the game we were in a bar with hundreds of gaytor fans. One of my friends gets attacked then throws a punch to defend himself. He gets arrested for defending himself, goes to jail. We all have to pitch in to bail him out the next morning (close to $600). Of course we're broke, non ATM/debit card era. We are low on gas, stop in Valdosta and bum a gas fill up from a nice south ga black lady. That was my only trip to Gainesville for a football game. I was directly the last UT fan before the UF student section started. I remember those fags kept singing "WHoomp there it is" every good play by the Gators.
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Post by Ned Land on Aug 26, 2013 14:02:43 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. That 1989 game was quite an experience. I wound up at a party at Miles College after that game. I can't say I expected that when we left Knoxville.
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Post by gramps on Aug 26, 2013 15:35:11 GMT -5
I am one of those who subscribes to the Joe Thompson "if you can't say anything good about Tennessee be sure and say something bad about Vanderbilt" theory. I just can't stand the ego inflated elitist bastards.
Anyway, in November of 1994 my son had just turned 8, and for his birthday he wanted to go to a UT road football game with me. We decided to take a family weekend to Nashville, and Billy and I would go to the football game while my wife and then 5 year old daughter would go shopping.
We tailgated with a buddy of mine, Tennessee Tuxedo on "another" board, and his brothers' families. Tux's brothers both played football for Vanderbilt, so it was a "mixed" group. The game starts, and Tennessee just rips Vandy a new one. Late in the game when the Vols made it 65-0, my son looks over at me and has the biggest smile on his face I think he had ever had to that point. I looked back and said "Billy, enjoy this - it really doesn't get any better than this."
Thus ends my story - one that he and I still talk about to this day.
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