@SullenSerf@vol212320@BoCamaro@vol_equalizer Thank you for instantly showing up for someone you've never met. That's a pretty special thing about being a Vol, and I truly appreciate it🧡
Hey #VolTwitter, I'm typically among those doing our small part to help all the worthy causes that pass through our neck of the universe. This time I'm asking you to do your thing for my little sis after suffering a heart attack this weekend at age 40. https://t.co/dS2tf7Rm47
ESPN just did a full breakdown of the postgame between Tennessee’s Karen Weekly and Texas Tech’s Taylor Pannell
@sportsiren says she heard Karen Weekly say “Good game” to Pannell
ESPN pulled the footage. College Softball ✅
@timburchett The marriage license, the divorce decree, first marriage license and birth certificate we needed for the Real ID that doesn’t indicate citizenship, you mean? Each of which costs $$ and about six weeks to track down. A barrier is a barrier is a barrier, sir.
Monday morning thoughts.
I've told this story before, but there are new folks that follow me and I figure they might get something from it.
I grew up (and still live) in a little interstate community called Baileyton in the upper Northeast Tennessee Mountains.
When I was little, dad had left, mom worked her ass of at 2 and 3 jobs to keep me fed, but with her having barely an 8th grade education, times sucked.
In Baileyton, there was a little grocery store named Jones' Grocery ran by a man named Frazier Jones. If it hadn't have been for Mr. Jones' kindness and charity, we probably would have starved.
Mr. Jones would allow my mom to run up a tab at his store and pay him come income tax return time. He even paid our light bill a couple of times when we couldn't.
He never asked for recognition. Never asked for anything in return. Just pay him back when she could. Sometimes that tab would reach over $2000.... in the 1980s. Mom always paid him, but he never asked for a cent of interest.
For a few years, before my step father came into the picture, Mr. Jones was literally the man keeping us in a home. He owed us nothing. He had zero obligation. He just helped because he could.
I will never forget him and what he did. Never.
So today, as you step out into that crisp Fall air, pay attention to those around you. I guarantee there is a hard working single mom or dad who is breathing the cool air and is worried about how they will heat their home this winter.
If you can be a Mr. Jones, then be one. The world needs them by the millions.
I hope he and his family know the impact he had on a little boy from right here in Baileyton. 35 years later, and I still wake up on a random Monday morning and think of him when I realize my house is warm now and my children don't have to take a cold shower before school because hot water was too expensive of a luxury.
I'll never forget you, Sir. Rest easy and don't worry. The ones you touched then will hold the line now. We got this. Thank you for everything.
If you wore an orange and white Starter jacket in middle school, remember Peyton winning the starting gig, watched Casey Clausen direct the band in the swamp as a UTK student, survived the decade+ of dysfunction and celebrate Schiano Sunday every year, can you be in #VolTwitter?
Someone stole my son’s favorite @TheSavBananas hat on the plane on our way home from vacation. I think this version is only sold at games and a similar one is sold out online.
Nanner Nation, can you help me score some major mom brownie points and help me replace it? 🍌⚾️❤️