It’s my alma mater and it’s a life of memories, especially ones of me and my dad. But man, life and the state of Tennessee football is kicking my ass right now. Getting a 3rd divorce started because my wife decided to relapse and sometimes just not come home. The only thing going right is work which there is so much of it is burdensome. I guess that’s a good problem to have. But Vols football; I invest and invest and invest, in every way, monetarily, physically, and emotionally. Just to get kicked in the teeth, again and again and again. That’s where Butch got me , I wanted to believe. Dear God, I wanted to believe. Sometimes I just wonder if it’s worth it. I flag my flag here behind enemy lines and I get an endless stream of grief after days like last Saturday. I’m sure I’ll endure it for the next 2 weeks as well. If we lose to the hogs I may just throw myself in Lake Hamilton. I’m not sure I could divorce myself from the Vols if I wanted to, which I don’t. I will be here till the bitter end.
