Orange. Everywhere. A sea of orange fans swarm the legendary stadium, cheering and chanting. “Veeeeeee! Ohhhhhh! Elllllll! Essssss! V-O-L-S! V-O-L-S! GO VOLS GO!” sang a Tennessee fan, wearing a XXL number 16 Peyton Manning jersey. Everyone around him joined in immediately as they heard the familiar tune. The energy is high and hopeful as fans enter Neyland Stadium for yet another night of Tennessee Volunteer football. Homegrown in the city of Knoxville, Tenn., I attended man

Most of the time people expect to see my brother with a grungy baseball hat on since he plays. But this time was different. Sweat stained and dingy, my grandfather’s Atlanta Braves cap sat on my brother’s knee as we made the quick, five-minute drive to Berry Funeral Home in south Knoxville, Tenn. earlier this summer. People who knew Bob Greene, or in my vernacular, “Granddaddy,” knew he all but breathed baseball. He played, but he enjoyed coaching even more. And he had the re