Apple moonshine

My parking lot neighbors from Newport offered me some East Tennessee ‘shine, cut with apple.

For all the overplayed marketing and message board snobbery, it’s the hospitality that built the SEC’s reputation.

I was in my car charging my phone and a woman knocked on my window to offer me a Miller Lite. Five minutes later, I was shooting moonshine with her husband.

I didn’t go to school here, and I’m not a fan. The only anxiety on a non-rivalry game day is to make sure everyone’s having a good time, especially if you’re from out of town.

Fuck, I’m a big guy, and that ‘shine whooped me.