Alright folks, since I’m the first one up this morning, I guess we’ll kick things off so we have a place to rant, rave, and celebrate throughout the day.  For some fans, it’s going to be a victorious day, and for others, signing day will look more like a real-life horror film.  F...

I’ve been asked or have read a variation of the same question at least five times today: Is the Bruce Pearl Honeymoon over? Of course those people are referring to last night’s Kentucky domination over the Vols at Thompson-Boling Arena in which Jodie Meeks continually drank our milkshake...

I’m going to be short and not-so-sweet tonight. Tennessee lost twice on Wednesday, and I’m just thankful the Vols didn’t lose three times. First of all, we lost at the final buzzer of regulation with pretty boy/douchebag/Vols killer Matt Bouldin drove to the hoop for what would hav...

Editor’s note: Part of this blog is deeply personal, and really, I wrote it because I needed to get it off my chest. I selfishly wrote this one for me. But what I said, I needed to say. So, proceed with caution… and thank you. Not everybody hangs their dirty laundry on  the clothes line...

I’m not going to be in Knoxville on Saturday. It’s best I stay away, I’ve decided. I could go, sure, and I could cheer and probably tear up and stand and clap and chant for Phillip Fulmer on his day and act for a moment like I’m sad to see him go. It would be true then, but t...

The Face of Tennessee Football, unfortunately (in our best monster truck announcer’s voice…) SATURDAY! SATURDAY! SATURDAY! JOIN US FOR AN EXTRAVAGANZA OF FAILURE! NASHVILLE! NASHVILLE! NASHVILLE! MEMORIAL STADIUM. WEST END AVENUE. THE TENNESSEE VOLUNTEERS. THE VANDERBILT COMMODORES. EMPO...

I love my wife.  She has these sweet ideas about what family time together will be like, and I’m the ugly pragmatist who shoots holes in it.  Her picnic plans include lemonade and children’s laughter.  I’m imagining mosquitoes and ninety-five percent humidity.  So this week she...

Back when I was little, the world as I knew it stopped on Saturday afternoons when the Tennessee Vols were getting ready to play football. No matter where we were, we’d seek out a television or a radio to try to see or hear the game. I remember playing pee wee football the day the Miracle at S...