Admit it. Don’t lie to me.
Don’t you dare.
You knew exactly what you were thinking once the Vols were hit with a 12-men-on-the-field penalty coming out of a timeout. Because of that, the Wildcats lined up with the ball inside the Vols’ one-yard line with two chances to score a touchdown. The game was winding down with just over two minutes left and all of a sudden, you felt it.
It was there. You know the “it” I’m referring to. That ominous, sinking, empty feeling in your stomach that begins to brew in these situations.