I am approaching this season-opener with mild interest.
But not any real enthusiasm. 15 years of fan abuse will do that to you.
Enthusiasm — like credibility, like trust — has to be EARNED.
Right now, the best I can muster is a tired old “hope for the best, expect the worse.”
My interest in college football in general, and Vol football in particular, is at an all-time nadir. Years of incompetence and mediocrity, coupled with our chief rival’s unprecedented and interminable — and terminally boring — hyper-success —
yawn.
One incident of politically correct woke bullshit may be enough to kill the switch.
Not to mention that the athletic exploits of a bunch of over-developed kids who were in high school as recently as this spring have not been as irrelevant as they are now, since WWII.
