Tennessee is slogging through a miserable, sad bog of a season, and yes oh my isn't that a shame. For those of us who take joy in watching the denizens of Helm's Deep on the Tennessee River weep, there is but one regret, and that is watching bastard-killing, kerosene-swilling, heart-thrilling Eric Berry labor away with more wattage by himself than the entire offensive eleven combined.
Berry inspires men and weakens women's wills. He pleases the eyes of children and the noses of dogs. He is awesome, and you should tip your hat as he passes, even if it means stealing someone's hat to do it--even if it is a policeman's hat. He'll understand what you're doing once you explain it to him. Trust us.