Average Vols fan:
He's now 47 years old, still rocking his goatee and 1998 back-to-back SEC championship t-shirt. He has been wearing "husky" jeans since 1974 and he lives in a holler in a doublewide that he inherited from his mom when she died of a rattlesnake bite in 1996. He remembers that his mother died in 1996 because it was the same year that Tennessee lost to Memphis on that ridiculous kick return touchdown when that Memphis player's arm hit the ground and it was totally NOT FAIR.
He has four Peyton Manning jerseys -- Colts, Broncos, and two Vols -- hanging in his closet and he wore the "classy" Peyton Manning orange jersey to his twenty year high school reunion. There were eighteen other men in the same jersey at his reunion. Before he attended his high school reunion, he called to make sure that dropouts who later took the GED were eligible to attend.
He played one year of JV football, but, miraculously, every situation that occurs in Vol football for the past thirty years bears a complete and total similarity to the 1980 Soddy Daisy JV season. He is prone to starting all conversations about Vol football strategy by saying, "Well, what we did at Soddy Daisy was..."
He takes a yearly vacation to Panama City Beach, where he stays at the Econo Lodge with his on and off girlfriend named Tiffany. Tiffany works in a strip club, but she is a waitress, not a stripper. This is a HUGELY IMPORTANT distinction. She has four kids of three different mixed races -- one of them might be Travis Henry's but she's not sure because it might have just been an Applebee's bartender pretending to be Travis Henry -- and she is also a huge Vol fan. They go to three games a year, where they proceed to get drunk in the upper deck and talk about how awesome 1998 was. Both are secretly ashamed that in 2009 they role-played sex acts where he pretended to be Lane Kiffin -- he even wore the coaches polo! -- and she pretended to seduce him while playing the role of Urban Meyer's wife.
Neither has talked about this since January of 2010.
Before he takes his yearly trip to Panama City he dials up his Internet, hops on the message board and writes this subject, "Going to GAYtor land. Plan to piss everywhere. LOL."
He calls Vandy, "Candy," and believes, "That homo Clay Travis is soooooo gay and married to James Franklin!"
He has sent one Tweet in his life and it was addressed to me and read as follows, "Hey gayboy #"
Of late everytime he makes a profound statement, "ESPN can go straight to hell for that bastard Charles Woodson!" He will append it with "VFL." VFL stands for Vol for Life.
Using VFL is a universal sign that you could not actually be admitted to Tennessee.
He gets fever blisters during football season and always says, "It's not herpes damnit, I'm just stressed," when Tiffany won't kiss him or wipe away his tears after the Gators sodomizes the Vols.
Tiffany gave him herpes.
So she never corrects him.
Go Vols!