After the game, which, incidentally, we lost 6-18, we were gathered around the little railroad station at Tuscaloosa waiting for that long ride back to Knoxville. Believe it or not, most of us were crying, because this was the first loss in three years and it hurt (other things, too, were hurting me). Major (then) Neyland walked over to where I was standing on the edge of the wake, trying to make myself as inconspicuous as possible, put his arm around my shoulders and asked: "What happened today, Herman?"
"Major," I replied, "you told me to get a yard and a half across the line of scrimmage and start a pile-up, and that's what I did."
Shaking his head dolefully, he said, "Yes, son, but I didn't tell you to be under all of them." From that day on I was a guard.
But enough of reveries. The hated Crimson Tide have come out on the field. LET'S GO, TENNESSEE !!
Postscript: This was another mighty memorable afternoon. Final score: Tennessee 0, Alabama 27.