The civic club speech was “Highly favored, richly blessed.”
My modest remarks included tidbits about Sarah and Tom Siler and Ralph Millett and Roland Julian and a who’s-who of Tennessee sports names that are or were at least a small part of my life – all the way back to Nathan W. Dougherty, who tipped a nickel each week for newspaper delivery, Robert R. Neyland when he was bigger than his bronze statue and even an interesting sophomore tailback, John Majors, in a 1954 geography class.
Butch and Tennessee assistant coaches talk as if they recruited well, assembled an excellent class of future Volunteers. Maybe they will be good enough to help win championships – which hasn’t happened around here in a long, long time.
Fans seemed a little disappointed there was no late drama, no prize that switched at the last moment and went orange. Oh well.
Special reader Bill Young (not THE Bill Young, he used to say, early in our correspondence) picked up on my disregard for the upcoming bowl game. He didn’t disagree that next year should have already started and is of far greater concern than salvaging and reassembling fragments from the recent mess.
Bill simply sees the bowl from a different perspective.