I have had Tennessee Titan's season tickets going on 13 years now. Every year we try to go to at least one game because we have such a great time in Nashville. We now know all the local hangouts and the best place to get real Southern BBQ. Mmmm, mmmm, mmmmm! We also know exactly which places to avoid (Coyote Ugly) unless you are into shit-hole dives with drunk 20 somethings tending bar AND who lack the intelligence to get a simple drink order correct EVEN THOUGH there are only 8 people in the bar. *Whew* I may have some residual pent up hostility. When they started what they called "the show" consisting of body shots off total strangers we realized clearly we were in the wrong bar or just needed to drink more.... elsewhere. Plus I feared I may end up needing a Penicillin prescription from putting my mouth on the glass I was given. The place was straight up country skank ghetto.

I still had one game open and it just happened to be New Year's Eve weekend so we thought maybe it would be cool to go. Then we did a little research and discovered that Nashville has a HUGE celebration on Broadway. Sold!

Some friends of ours, unbeknownst to us, had planned to go that same weekend to watch his alum NC State play in the Music City Bowl. So, what the hell, might as well go to that game too! So we joined The Wolfpack for one afternoon. 

Rainy New Year's Eve

 

FINALLY after standing in the rain for over two hours determined NOT to be a quitter, The Fray played their set and we all partied and celebrated the music note falling at the stroke of midnight. I was personally more relieved that we were then free to sprint back to our hotel and get warm.  Of course as soon as I did just that, somebody decided we needed to go back out and grab pizza before calling it a night. I had no idea that walking three blocks for pizza would feel like such a dangerous thing to do but clearly all the sober and/or normal people had long gone home. I mean, hello.. there we were!

 

The Fray - Bash on Broadway 2012

These pics may be a bit haunting in black and white tones but I can confidently say that I encountered no ghosts in Nashville and I sincerely doubt they will ever follow me again.

This trip I took "my" town back and replaced all the old memories with new, better ones. Corner turned.