I will admit to being a sports fan, but I don’t believe I qualify as a fanatic. Being a native East Tennessean, I’ve grown up cheering for the UT Volunteers, but I don’t obsess over it and it never occurred to me to name a child or pet Peyton. I can happily spend an afternoon watching a UT football game on television, or not. (During the Alabama game, my wife and I were driving across the Cherohala Skyway without the game on the radio. We tuned in somewhere along US 19 just in time to hear the final kick attempt.) I even have been known to enjoy a game in person, but I’m okay if I don’t have to fight the crowd either. I’ve also curated a museum exhibit on the role of UT football in East Tennessee culture.
On occasion there is an event on the UT schedule that gets my attention. This weekend is one of those moments. As a high school senior, I made the decision to attend Memphis State University (now the University of Memphis) instead of taking classes on the hallowed hill. Although, several years later after a job change or two, I found myself taking classes at UT when I returned to Knoxville. So, when Memphis and UT meet, I take it personally.
As I will happily tell anyone in Knoxville who questions my loyalty to UT, I
cheer for the Vols any week they play except one– this one. On this weekend, I take up my quixotic role of cheering for the Tigers of Memphis. I don’t necessarily do so because I believe Memphis will win. I do it for the memories of my friends and experiences at Memphis. In fact, with the run defense Memphis is sporting this year, I can’t help but wonder if Montario Hardesty will gain 300 yards on Saturday. Nonetheless, I’ll be wearing Tiger blue throughout the day– no matter the score.
Go, Tigers, Go. Go on to Victory…

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