Mr. Anderson

Roman Harper says good morning

Can you feel him Mr. Anderson? Can you sense Roman closing in on you? Oh, I can. I really should thank you for it, after all, it was your fumble that taught me the purpose of playing Tennessee. What is the purpose? Well, it’s really very simple. The purpose of playing Tennessee is to not only crush the big orange, but to crush the hope and joy of every Volunteer located in these United States.

Do you hear that, Mr. Anderson? That is the sound of inevitability.

I wish you could see yourself. You’re a symbol of all your kind, Mr. Anderson. Helpless. Pathetic. It’s too bad you already graduated. Tell me, Mr. Anderson, what good is a pass play when you are unable to hold onto the ball?

There was nothing you could do, Mr. Anderson. You and your kind had no choice but to watch Mr. Harper come in to knock that ball loose. It was…. inevitable. Will something similar happen this Saturday? Well, I can’t say for sure. But, it will be a pleasure to watch you as your memories flow back to that October afternoon in 2005.

Have a good day, Mr. Anderson.


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