
Well, I’ve brought out the heavy artillery.
I simply don’t wear The Hat ever during Tennessee games. When I was in high school, I bought the coolest Tennessee hat ever - a white Vols hat with “university of” in little letters over an arching TENNESSEE written in orange. Being the stupid high school kid that I was, I did what many high school kids do and made the hat look “worn,” getting scissors and ripping out the inner-lining, driving slowly down the road and running the bill along the asphalt and then washing it countless times.
In college, I was a freshman in 1998, and the hat accompanied me on all 10 games I attended during that national championship season. Then, I watched the Fiesta Bowl win over Florida State from my parents’ house - where I lived at the time - with the hat firmly atop my head.
I wore it sporadically the next year, and somewhere between moving to and from Knoxville every summer, The Hat got lost in a storage box. A couple of years ago, I found it again, and I don’t think I’ve worn it for a football or basketball game since - until tonight.
Over time, the whiteness of the hat became yellow, and it settled into a beautiful, comfortable work hat. When I realized the novelty it was, I retired it to the hat rack to only be worn at special times. I figure against the powerful Louisville Cardinals, the Vols will need all the help they can get. It was time for the magic of The Hat. We’ll see if it can help …
7:58 — I walk into Dad’s house after driving the two miles from my own. It sounds like a short trip, but it’s crossing the state line from Alabama into Tennessee. To give you the perfect scene setting of how I feel, they’ve spread chicken manure over the pastures around my house, so it smells like crap - literally - in Alabama right now. Up here, you can see the beautiful mountains and smell the crispness of spring. Honestly. I hate Alabama.
8:06 – Well, the good news is North Carolina is up by about 75 on Washington State. The bad news is we won’t have to worry about the Heels unless we play our butts off tonight. Honestly, UNC is far down on my list of worries at the moment.
8:13 – I just realized we are sitting in the same place - me and Dad - as we were last year during the Sweet 16 loss to Ohio State. “I don’t think that’ll matter,” Dad says. Screw it. I’m not moving. The Hat Trumps All Earthly Things.
8:16 — In case you were wondering, I’m still angry about not getting a one seed. How ridiculous was the Vols’ schedule, a schedule where we rolled up the No. 1 RPI? Well, two teams we played and beat ON THE ROAD OR ON A NEUTRAL SITE (Xavier and West Virginia) are playing for an Elite Eight berth, and playing well.
8:22 – I’m going to throw up waiting. Just thought you guys should know. Chinese food was a bad choice.
8:25 — (Randomly thinking about and praying that Ramar Smith starts and plays most of the night at point guard but stays far, far away from the free-throw line in clutch situations.)
8:26 – NOOOOOOOO! West Virginia and Xavier are going into overtime … Puhleeeeeze don’t let this game be going on while the Vols are playing. Puhleeeeeeeeeeeeze!
8:34 – My Dad hates all the national media. Just throwing that out there.
8:45 – Well, some West Virginia kid named Smith left B.J. Raymond WIDE OPEN with 2 seconds left on the shot clock for a four-point lead in overtime. What I hate, though, is Bob Huggins is ALL OVER the kid who left him open. But goodness, like that poor guy is not going to remember this for the rest of his life. No reason to bash him. Show a little class, Huggins. Teach, just don’t chew him out.
8:50 — OK, WV/Xavier is over. Bring on the Cardinals!!!
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