OK, I’m now convinced.

Tennessee fans from all corners of the wilderness need to band together, break into the Georgia Dome and do what we do best in this state – turn the place into a meth lab.*

Why not? It’s the perfect solution to do away with the Fiery Den of Orange Hell, and we’ll spend much less time in jail than if we actually bombed it.

Of course, we’ll wait till late in the night when all the fans are gone, and we’ll think of some odd reason to ensure Tim Brando and the Daves are in the building. We don’t want to experience a great loss of lives here, just do away with the joint.

I’m telling ya, meth is the answer. What happens every time we start one of these make-your-own-holiday kits in one of our trailers? IT BLOWS UP!!* Works like a charm.

With the heightened security around the Georgia Dome, there’s no way we could sneak in explosives to properly do away with the one place where SEC football and basketball championships and Peach Bowls from years past have turned Vols into whining ninnies curled up in fetal positions sucking their thumbs.

But if Joakim Noah and the rest of the Gators can sneak their hydro into the dome, you know we could smuggle our meth*. Heck, we’d do it up right like getting JD into Neyland Stadium.

After Thursday night’s “game” against LSU where Garrett Temple and Glen “Big Titty Baby” Davis got away with approximately 781 fouls, I’m convinced that forces in the universe are banding against the Big Orange Nation in that building.

As if officials weren’t doing enough, JaJuan Smith played like the walk-on he is and Wayne Chism forgot that he’d terrorized SEC opponents all year and was basically a non-factor.

I don’t understand it even more than I didn’t understand Patrick Beverley’s postgame interview. Was that English? This kid’s in college? I digress.

There’s only one explanation: The axes of hell for any Vols fan intersects in that building, and there’s no way around playing SEC Championships there. Not with Birmingham being the genital wart of a city that it is.

That leaves blowing up the place, and, at least in our state, nothing says disaster like cookin’ Devil Dust.

*This is only a joke. In no way, shape, or form do I condone the use of or the production of methamphedamine. UT fans, do not sneak your ingredients into the Georgia Dome and turn it into a big, honking meth lab. Keep that stuff in your trailors.