The Power of KennyOctober 10th, 2005 at 2:55 pm by Preston Taylor Holmes
Well, we finally left the young-uns at home and headed down to Neyland Stadium for a football game this weekend. What we weren’t ready for, though, was The Power of Kenny.
It’s not often you go to a football game to enjoy spirited athletic competition and wind up emotionally waylaid by musical greatness, the likes of which we may never see again. If you’d like to join me on this photo journey through Saturday’s UT/GA game, please continue reading. Otherwise, run along.
Historic Neyland Stadium/Shields-Watkins Field, Home of the Vols, Present-Day Home of Mediocrity:
Drowning in a sea of orange:
The view from the nosebleeds:
Well, really, the view wasn’t so bad from our seats. In fact, it was quite good in this instance:
The Vols run through the “T” on their way to catastrophic football failure:
We suffered through a tediously painful first half of football. In fact, Georgia’s punishing onslaught had even confused our marching band. So much so that they got lost and wound up in our section of the stadium.
But as halftime rolled around, we realized that it was suddenly all worth it. Because today was the day that 107,000 + came together to celebrate THE POWER OF KENNY!
Unfortunately, Kenny hasn’t aged terribly well – either that or he’s had some unfortunate plastic surgery.
Sure, we may have gotten our teeth kicked in. Sure, I had to watch David Keith weep in the arms of an elderly woman at Sullivan’s restaurant in Rocky Hill Center. Sure, there were drunken idiots to both the left and right of us. But all in all, it came down to The Power of Kenny.
And that made everything quite alright.