The year was 1994 in a small town called Crossville, Tennessee. For those unaware, it's about 60-70 miles outside of Knoxville. Somewhere in the boxes is a tape of a Thanksgiving long and forgotten, the turkey, dressing, and ham have since been had at least one score once more. But the discussion remained focus on the baby...that baby was me.
"He's such a smart young man, I bet he ends up going somewhere like Middle Tennessee State, maybe even getting his doctorate!"
"Middle Tennessee State? No, that boy is born and bred for Vanderbilt University.