No Florida Gators here

A lot of talent has passed through Vol Nation, and you know it, bitch. We got guys all over the NFL. Yes, it might suck that the Vols mega legend couldn’t bring home his second ring. It would have been fucking sweet to have a little something to celebrate about as we await a new season and a new coach who hopefully isn’t a pedo homo loser abandonment daddy like Kiffin. But we were represented by three Vols on the winning side of the Super Bowl. So suck it!

Marvin Mitchell, Robert Meachem and Jabari Greer were holding it down on super Sunday. Oh, you remember those guys? Yeah, they bled some good orange for us. And we’re not dropping ‘em on here due to affirmative action. They still served Tennessee proud by going out and getting the job done. It feels like it’s on some brother-vs.-brother Civil War type shit, but alumni wounds don’t sting the same.

Greer, in particular, was a shut-down corner for the Saints this year. But would you expect anything less? He’s a fucking Vol. Homes has been in the league for six years, so it’s nice that he got it done Tennessee style while playing the big one. Fucker got hurt, went to the sidelines, told the doctors to back up off him, and he came back into the game. What!? Tennessee Ironman.

In the context of the game (I hate deep thought) Mr. Tennessee Manning gambled a lot with his throws. He didn’t fuck around on Greer’s side too much – some of that Vols respect for skills. But he was treating his throws like goddamn chips in a casino game, just lettin’ shit loose in panic mode and hoping to strike lucky. It’s all good, though. It wasn’t his best game and, like we remember from his Vols days, the shit definitely wasn’t his fault. On the plus side of life, let’s give a cheer to the three Vols who held it down and have a ring to show off. They earned it.