The Vol-dalorian

Tennessee CB Colton Hood has pictures of family and friends on the inside of his NFL Draft suit 🧡

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30 years ago I was the starting QB at Utah State University. My senior year I got benched. For the next 15 years I walked around feeling like a certified loser. Then I read this quote from Pat Summitt: 'Winning is fun… Sure. But winning is not the point. Wanting to win is the point. Not giving up is the point. Never letting up is the point. Never being satisfied with what you’ve done is the point.' It snapped me out of it. If you’re still carrying a sports setback, a benching, a missed opportunity, or any “I’m not enough” story… this is your permission slip to drop it. The game isn’t over. Your story is not yet written. You are still a work in progress. The point is you keep wanting it. You keep getting up. And you listen to that quiet voice that says, "I will try again tomorrow."

HR: We noticed you discussed your salary with a coworker. Employee: Yes. HR: That's against company policy. Employee: It's also against federal law to have that policy. HR: Excuse me? Employee: Look up the National Labor Relations Act. I'll wait. ↓

@Santa_Vol @Vol_Baseball @josh_elander Sweep

I was given this 2011 Topps card signed by Josh Elander to use for one of my giveaways. After this weekend it seems like now is a good time to give it away! Comment "Sweep" to be entered in the drawing. Winner will be announced tomorrow afternoon. Good Luck God Bless Go Vols

@SuperSmo18 @SullenSerf Easy there! Black and Gold is pretty dang cool

@SullenSerf Black and Gold. 🤮 🤢🤮🤢🤮🤢🤮

What was yalls highschool colors? Mine was Purple and Gold🤮

@SullenSerf Black and Gold

@FranklyTherese @BoCamaro As a Richard, I take offense to this. 🤣🤣 (I know what you meant tho)

@BoCamaro Honestly though, like you said, just ask if you need something. No reason to be a Richard.

Found out that at 3am last night someone cut the lock off my gates at my shop and decided they were going to be scum. I assume they saw the cameras and decided not to move forward with it. Sometimes you just wanna throw your hands up and quit. Dude. I'd give you what you are trying to steal if you just ask. You don't have to steal it. 🤷‍♂️

@BoCamaro Absolutely!!

Thinking about having a Sunday "gathering" in July, lakeside on Cherokee lake, in Morristown / Bean Station / Morresburg area. I thought I would set up the RV, rent a big tent, and cook for everyone, and then maybe some folks might wanna come and play some Gospel and bluegrass music, get some preachers to come preach, maybe have a Baptism, finish the evening with the kiddos catching lightning bugs and eating smores like when we were all young. Daylight until dark. Just a Full day of good company, good food, and good times. No cost, no donations, no money involved. I'll cover all of that. Just fellowship and community and maybe we get to introduce some folks to the good news of Jesus. Would y'all be interested if I put this together?

Wanna hear some hard truth that will make somepeople VERY MAD that I speak it????? Jesus didn't say, "Stop drinking and come to me." He didn't say, "put down the needle and come to me" He didn't say, "Stop being gay and come to me." He didn't say, "Stop sleeping around and come to me" He didn't say, "Stop hurting yourself and come to me" He didn't say, "Stop hating yourself and come to me." What did he say then? In Matthew Chapter 11 he made it clear as day... “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Notice his FIRST WORDS were "COME TO ME".... these rest of it happens after that. If you are trying to fight your battles to become perfect before coming to Christ, you will never get there. And he knew that. He is telling you to bring it all to him. All of it. Lay it at his feet and he will help you. He will help you put that needle down. He will help you pour that bottle out. He will help you learn to love yourself and heal that emptiness that you need to fill with whatever vice it may be. He will help you deal with terrible sin from you past. He will help you learn to love yourself. Modern religion has twisted his words to make it feel as though you have to be perfectly clean to enter his house, and maybe you do to entire THEIR house... But Jesus spoke those words for you to hear. Plain as day. Do not fear bringing it to him. He is waiting for you to give but a single ounce of faith. He will take the rest. I drove a few miles and walked into church without even a dollar store Bible in my dirty hands, and he grabbed ahold of me and took it ALL away. He hasn't let go since. I wake up thinking about him and what has happened. I go to bed thinking about him and what has happened. I took one step, and he took the WORLD off of me. I gave an inch, and he gave me his KINGDOM. Take that step, if you feel you need it. A better life is on the other foot.

The Roman’s getting ready to open the tomb on Easter Morning

@VolinIreland @BarstoolTenn I use dashes when I write fairly often. I don’t think I’m a bot or AI.

@BarstoolTenn Dead giveaway with the dashes

Such a special place, huh? The entire thing stinks of AI. “This isn’t goodbye — it’s gratitude” Genuinely what human would ever say that.

So I watched "The Passion of the Christ" last night. And I am on my back deck tonight thinking. Think about this. In the movie, they have beaten him to near death and when they first take him to his cross, Jesus clings to it, and the thief chastised him for embracing his own cross. Mocking him for doing so. Then Christ gave all he had to carry that cross which weighed as much as him.. They beat him while he did. It came to the point that his physical body couldn't carry it any longer, so a man was ordered to carry it with him. Yet Christ still clung to the cross. Do you know why? Because he knew at the other end of that short journey was OUR freedom. Not his.... OURS..... with every single step, with every drop of blood, with every single tear, he knew he was one moment closer to being at the right hand of the Father and his mission complete to free us all. The man embraced the cross. Begged God to forgive the men nailing him to it. Begged God to forgive those that had beaten him with whips and canes and hammered a crown of thorns on his head. He embraced it all.... for US...... And now, when times get hard and life gets even slightly uncomfortable, we claim that "God isn't listening and won't take my burden" as if we even know what a real burden is... How many times would we cling to the proverbial cross for another and suffer as he did to free them from the pain? Would we ever do it at all? Maybe for our own child? Maybe? As you lay down tonight, pray a prayer of thanks. Not for the normal things. Not tonight. Tonight, pray a special prayer of thanks that he held on to that cross and carried it as far as his mortal body would allow... because that took more dedication than any of us could give for anyone. By the time you wake up in the morning, he will have risen, 2000 years ago. He will have beat death. 2000 years ago, all the sin you and I will ever commit was paid for because he clung to that cross like it was a lifeline.... not for him... But for you and me.

We might beat Iowa by 35 I’m ngl 😭

Gonna be serious for a minute. Tomorrow, my whole family is going to church. 5 weeks after I went alone. The second week, my wife went. The 3rd week? My son and daughter. 4th week was their Spring Break and we were traveling. 5th week? Wife, son, daughter, and son's girlfriend are going. 5 weeks. Whole house has changed. What would have happened if my feelings from week one had pushed me away? Because it almost did. Week 1, I looked around the room. People celebrating and rejoicing. I felt so ashamed. So dirty. All these people shining and so pretty in faith. I looked at my hands and nails, dirty and stained from work. So I kept them in my pockets. I didn't have a Bible that first week.... but they were all reading theirs. I didn't know the songs.... but they all sang along. I'm standing there with demons on my shoulders telling me I'm not worthy. Telling me I would never be lovely like those folks.... I wanted to leave.... but Gavin was there with me, standing beside me watching his boss struggle with it all. Him and his dad thanked me for coming and told me they were proud of me. That was week 1. I heard a preacher online say " The closer you get to God, the dirtier you will feel. When you are under his divine light, all your flaws will show." Mine sure did. Week 2, a miracle happened for me and I turned it all over for him. Week 3 I was baptized. Week 4 we missed service from traveling. Week 5 is here. And here is the message... I'll be attending Victory Baptist Church in the morning at 10am. Service is at 11. If you are lost and feeling like you don't belong. Like you will be judged. Like your hands are dirty or maybe your soul... Come sit with me and mine. Come join us and we will learn together. I don't know what I am doing either and I am 6 weeks past time for a haircut. I won't ever be pretty in my faith, but I'll be in faith regardless. I don't care how lost you are or where you are in life. You are welcome to come sit with me if you got no one else. I can't teach you the Bible... that's gonna be their job.... but I can sure be the one standing beside you telling you them demons aren't gonna win today. So it's an open invitation. If you've got nowhere else to go, come with me. We'll learn together. Have a great night. Bo.

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If someone told me what I am about to tell you a year ago, I would have called it a fairytale. I went to church this morning with my friend Joe. He had invited me months ago and I called him last night to ask if Holly and I could attend with him today. He said he would be honored. He said Bible Study was at 10 and service was at 11 and he sent me the address to Victory Baptist Church in Bristol. When we arrived this morning, we were greeted by so many people and everyone was asking if we were "Joe's friends". We felt welcomed immediately. They led us to the Bible Study group and the leader said, "We have studying Psalms". The same Psalms that led me through the doors of a church for the first time in nearly 3 decades, a week ago. I felt that was a sign I was in the right place. Through the rest of the service, I felt like it was time. Time to commit. Time to turn my life over to him. But when the alter call came, I couldn't go. I just didn't feel worthy, as I have wrestled with for forever. All those people. So pretty and neat. So I didn't go. After the service, Joe asked me to speak with his Pastor, who wanted to thank us for coming, and I said I was happy to meet him. And then it happened. He thanked me for coming and he asked if I knew that Jesus died for my sins. I responded that I have been working on understanding, and then he shook me to my core. You see, I know 1 verse from the Bible by heart. Only 1. I remembered it from my youth because of a song. Romans 10:9 - "That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved." That's it. That's the 1 verse I know. I know what others say, but I can't quote it. I don't know where it is at. But I know that one. His next words to me? He asked me if I knew Romans and he recited that verse. The only verse I knew by heart, word for word. That was my proof. That was my evidence that today was the day. I stopped him mid verse as I broke down in tears and asked him to pray with me and he led me to the Alter with Joe and several others that I'm not yet sure of their name. Today, I confessed with my mouth, the Lord Jesus.... and I came up a saved man. Today was the day. Today. It happened. I have no idea what to do next or where it goes.... but today, I can say that thank God, I am not where I once was..... but I am NOW where I am. To everyone that has worked on me for years now. Thank you. Thank you for not giving up even when my words were hateful. I didn't know what I didn't know. I still don't, honestly.... But I am not that man today. Today was a great day.