Fashion Confessions

It's so official, I got my tickets to the Music City Bowl to cheer on my Vols, aided by my BFF, my sister, and her boyfriend. It's my eighth straight Music City Bowl- I've gone every year since Auburn became the first SEC team to win there- but first one with the Vols and last one for awhile, so it's all bittersweet.

Adding to the bittersweetness is how close we came to going to the Gator. I'm not going to go into the political wrangling and how peeved I am with Slive, the Outback Bowl, and, to a lesser extent Mike Hamilton. I understand it's ludicrous to complain about where a 6-6 team ends up, especially since we jumped over Georgia, and until two weeks ago we weren't even sure we'd have a post-season. But still, it hurts a little.

However, I must confess: over the summer, I had a little niggling we might end up Nashville bound. And I thought about how bitterly cold it is every year. And so when I bought my hevy winter coat in August (for the savings, of course), I bought an orange one. Just in case. Glad that gamble paid off.