We were hiking in the Smokies one year when the Vols beat Bama and so we didn't see the game. I think it was 94. So obviously us NOT watching was good luck, so we decided to tape (when that was a thing) the Bama game every year and only watch if they won.
It couldn't have been '94. That was Peyt's first year. We lost a close, low-scoring game, as I recall (checked -- 17-13). Peyt didn't start, but played. I saw his first start, at Neyland. Washington St. 10-9 W, as I recall (which, it turns out, was BEFORE the Bama game. Weird. I woulda SWORN it was after. It seems like it was cold at that game...).
We got our first win against the Tide in 9 years in '95, in Birmingham. Peyt to Joey Kent -- 80 yd TD, play one.
Btw -- how great was it to see Peyton, Josh, and Rick in a box together at the game last night?
I remember driving out of Alabama and into Tennessee watching people in their yards for signs that TN either lost or won. That worked for about 8 years. Hard to argue with results.
Oh, the pain.
In '90, they blocked our game-winning FG attempt. The ball bounced 30 or 40 yards backward. It was their longest play of the year to that point. They lined up, and kicked THEIR gw FG as time expired. 6-3, or 9-6...I just threw up in my mouth a little, typing that.
IN '93, my wife and I were in Myrtle Beach for her conference. We're up, 17-9, with about two left. That damn David Palmer just sliced and diced his way down the field. TD. Two-point conversion. I've never experienced a tie that felt more like a loss.
I understand the "don't watch the game" thing. I quit watching, almost altogether, during the end of Butch and Pruitt. Just bad football.
I put this on a UT site, after our 4-1 win on Sunday:
I misunderstood. I thought this game was tonight.
Came on here to check first pitch time: 2:00p!
Went to another site that does inning-by-inning recaps (but, oddly, not comments -- without jumping through a bunch of hoops. There's NO chat there)--
4-1. Bottom of the 9th.
Turn on the TV to see if it's still going...
No outs. No one on.
While I'm watching, they put a man on 1st and 2nd. Tying run at the plate. I tell my wife "I oughtta turn it off. It's their only chance to win...". But I was feeling ornery. "Dammit -- I'm gonna PROVE that I control the outcome of these games..." and kept watching.
Which was very satisfying. And sanity-preserving. ( ^ ;