Thought to be a pack of ball-hawking, noggin-thumping men with lotsa hate in their hearts for opposing football players, the Tennessee defensive backfield hasn’t gotten the chance to wreak the havoc we’d hoped for. Not yet, anyway.
Football things happened, as they tend to do in football, and the secondary has been a dynamic (as in the opposite of static or non-changing) quilt of squares patched-together by Pruitt and Ansley rather than someone’s dear, sweet, wonderful grandmother.
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*Large, impeccably plain and square room.
*Fluorescent lights. Rocking chairs and well-worn, knock-off La-Z Boys.