The power of Twitter

I'm been tweeting since 2009. I have no idea what I did before it existed. It may sound silly, but I've met a lot of really cool people via Twitter. Mostly Vol fans, but I refuse to go to any kind of "Tweet-up" without my partner in Vol crime @poeticwayz.

But last weekend, one of my Twitter followers was at the Brad Paisley concert. I got a tweet asking if I was on stage. Based on the videos below, I think you know the answer to that. But here's my point, if I didn't use Twitter, I don't think I ever would have seen that youtube video. 

The same person who asked if I was on stage, was the same person to Tweet me the link this afternoon. I really wish I could remember more of the concert, cause it was a good one, but at least I'll always have the video to remind me how awesome a time it was!

Brad Paisley - Alcohol Pt 2 Knoxville, TN 3/2/12

I love Jessica's mad dancing skills & our Red Solo Cup toast cracks me up!!

Brad Paisley - Alcohol. Knoxville, TN 3/2/12

One of my Tweeps sent me this link today...it's a riot!!

Just another afternoon at TBA

I haven't been to a men's basketball game since Bruce Pearl left. But I felt I needed to be there as the Vols took on Vandy on Saturday. I didn't realize it was a sellout, but Jason found some tickets on Craigslist.

It was Senior Day and with a win and a Florida loss, the Vols would get a first round bye in the upcoming SEC tournament. Not bad for a team picked to finish 11th in the preseason.

The team has showed a lot of heart this season and I have never been more proud to be a Tennessee Vol. 

I will say this...listening to Travis at a basketball game is almost funnier than listening to Jason at a football game.

The only way we know, we roll in orange

Time Lapse: Brad Paisley to Vols and Vandy

It's Brad Paisley, y'all!

Friday night had the makings of one of those "nights I can't remember, with friends I'll never forget". The storms could not keep us from the Brad Paisley concert. This was the second time I've had the opportunity to attend a show and it was just as amazing as the first.

Before I continue, there are several people I want to thank for the experience. First, I'd like to thank Dena for showing us a first class time and to Kelly for letting me take her place at the show. And then of course to Jessica & the David's for letting me tag along.

Let's go back to the first class treatment...yeah, we were on the floor...next to the stage. Not a bad place to watch a show. Lots of room to dance, sing and have a good time. It wouldn't have been the same with any other group of people. It was so nice to be out and know that everyone was having a good time.

Carrie Underwood showed up to surprise Brad for "Remind Me". I was very excited as Carrie is one of my favorite female performers, but I thought the David's would drop dead of a heart attack.

And, oh yeah...we ended the night on stage for "Alcohol". You know what else I learned? The shot glasses are filled with Gatorade.  Just another concert in Knoxville, right?

Hello Brad, nice to see you again

Dena, the hostess with the mostess

I love this guitar

We had to pause and reflect

Cheese

Go Vols!!

Yup, that's Carrie Underwood

Before we took to the stage

One very happy Carrie Underwood fan

And here's the other

Thank you Knoxville, and good night

Do you have a secret?

We all have secrets. I just read the most interesting book, "A Lifetime of Secrets" by Frank Warren. This book is a collection of post cars and e-mails in which people confess their deepest, darkest secrets.

These secrets were submitted to the author from children to adults. Some talked of abuse, to lies, to how they view themselves. It got me thinking, why is it so easy to share your secrets with a stranger than a friend. It's simple, a stranger will not judge.

A few years ago I got an e-mail from a friend. It was basically everything I needed to see and hear, but it was about 5 years too late. I often wonder what sparked this message and what I was suppose to do with this information.

I feel like I need to respond with a few secrets of my own. But I fear mine are far worse than his...