My first was Georgia in '68. Hot as Hades that day and being a brand new college student, I started the day drinking 151 rum with my date and several friends. We all wore suits back then, brutal when it is 90+ and you are three sheets in the wind. A lot older and wiser now, 151 rum has been replaced by soft drinks and a modicum of sanity. However I still love the Vols and by game time, I will forget my advancing age and become 18 years old again. When I make a fool out of myself now only my wife sees it. She's used to it.
