My father went to Alabama. My Granddad would have had his family had the money. As far as my family tree can stretch it branches there are Bama fans. From mid June till the Third Saturday in October, I hear about how bad Tennessee is, and how the "Tide is Rolling and how "Bama is back, baby." But in 1993 when I was the ripe age of 6, I turned on my upbringing. My father had taken me to Bama game after bama game, but this was my first Bama vs. Tenn game. At half time we walked down to the fence around the field and were watching the Million Dollar Band when something happened. One of the Volunteer cheerleaders came over and asked if the boy with the Alabama shirt on wanted to come play with Smokey. My dad handed me to him over the fence. I played with Smokey all half and came back over changed for life. There is nothing like watching the Vols on any day in any sport, but the Third Saturday in October is the biggest game of the year for me. There is nothing like wearing your Tennessee colors to the family get togethers when the Vols have beaten the Crimson Tide.