I had in-laws over watching the game and I wasn’t in my rightful seat the first half. At halftime, I showered to wash off the bad juju, put on my UT ring, and kicked “pa pa” out of my seat, telling him when need to switch this up. 
 

After the game, pa pa, who fell in and out of sleep only to be awaken when I screamed in excitement, told me to never lose that ring or sell the chair. 

My father in law (in jest) spent Thanksgiving asking others if they agreed with my indoctrination of my son to work on changing the vibes when things aren’t working. We definitely changed up clothes at DKR at halftime and texted the proof out after the game.