Tennessee Alum
Raised in:
Cottontown, Tennessee
Lives in:
Nashville, Tennessee
Favorite game day memory:
Many of my favorite game day memories come from hitting the road for away games, especially those within the SEC. I spent 7 years as a student at Tennessee – 4 as an undergrad and 3 as a grad student. During that time, I visited a variety of college towns and stadiums. While the weekends are always sure to be a good time, no matter what team, the game is a huge gamble. Everything could go terribly wrong and you’ll be forced to hear “Rammer Jammer” at a ridiculous decibel being yelled at you while sitting on the very last row, eventually sulking away with a coon-eye sunburn as your souvenir. Or, you could end up front row at Samford while your team rolls up 50+ and the other team’s student section is forced to walk directly in front of you to exit the stadium throughout the 4th quarter. Either way though, if you can keep your mouth shut if you win or take a couple of snide remarks if you lose, you can always head back and continue tailgating with the locals after its all said and done.
Now would ya look at that:
Ben Silver bow tie and Brooks Brothers pants purchased in the Knoxville store for a mere $19. They told Mason that they collected them from all the big locations (who couldn’t seem to sell any) and were just trying to get rid of them. He quickly emailed around 20 friends and the pants became a staple in his group. “They are a bit too peach but the check makes them original…and the material has held up well through muddy days and one bad loss to Vandy.”
Ryan says
Mason, great fan of Volunteer Traditions. Had a conversation about y’all with the fellas at Wm. King in Johnson City not very long ago. All good things, I assure you.
And that last sentence sums up everything I love about being an SEC football fan. If you can stand the humiliation of dining with your conquerors, or you can dole out a few “Y’all had us beat on that 4th and goal, it was a miracle we stopped it…” to soothe the conquered ego, you’re (for the most part) welcomed anywhere regardless of the color of your pants.
But shouting Rammer Jammer at thousands of dejected people as they are forced to endure it ain’t bad either.
Mrs. Fontenot, fine work, per usual.