Like all superheroes, I had a traumatic childhood. Early on I was attracted to the bright blue and orange colors, a couple of little plastic Gator figurines I'd play with, watching games to see the dazzling aerial assaults; I became the world's biggest Gators fan. It wasn't until entering higher levels of schooling in the 90s that I realized OrangeFolk hated me. Being shoved into lockers or mocked incessantly about the Gators, I couldn't understand their hate. Yes, I live perilously close to the toxic waste dump that is Knoxville, but each time of year when this week is upon us I feel a little more venomous. My unslaked thirst for Vol defeats as revenge to my savaged childhood might seem ridiculous to some, but damnit it's what I'm selling. Post 'em if you got 'em.