It’s been “Tennessee Hate Week” here at Casa de Curmudgeon.
Back in 2007 a journalism student at Bama
interviewed fellow student Irvin Carney.
Carney did not hold back his feelings about hating Tennessee. “Neyland Stadium looks like a garbage truck
worker convention. Tennessee’s colors
are that throw-up orange. It’s not that
orange you can sit with. It’s that puke
inside of a pumpkin. And I don’t like
pumpkins. I can’t stress that
enough. I hate Tennessee.”
The annual “Third
Saturday in October” tailgate party is going to be epic. Just before kickoff we’ll have the obligatory
pumpkin smashing event. From my deck the
40 pumpkins I bought will be lobbed over the railing and splattered onto the
tarp I have spread out on the ground below.
It’s the best way to blow off your “I hate orange” loathing.
For the 115 years
Alabama and Tennessee have battled one another the simmering hatred of this
rivalry has been palpable. This year
Tennessee is hoping to recapture the glory days of the Peyton Manning era. Alabama is currently on an unprecedented run
against the Volunteers, with the Tide winning the last nine contests. The Tide is 53-37-8 against the Vols.
The bookies in Vegas like the Tide. Chances of Bama winning: 67.6%.
Tennessee’s chances: 32.4%.
In order to upend the Tide, the Rocky Toppers will need to play
like “second-half” Tennessee in the first half too. They’ve got to guard against fumbles and stop
allowing the really big plays.
Unlike the
abovementioned Mr. Carney, I don’t think all Tennessee fans are low-down, dirty
snitches. I am of the opinion that the “Garbage
Truck Workers” have run out of miracles for winning games and Big Al is going
to pop Smokey across the nose with a rolled up newspaper and head back to
Tuscaloosa with a 10-game winning streak.
Dirty Dutch, loyal follower of this blog, is a rabid Tennessee fan. The video embedded below is for him because he’s
a friend. Enjoy it buddy ‘cuz that’s as
close as you’re going to get to “winning” against my Boys from Bama.
ROLL TIDE ROLL!
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