Buy a copy of Titans of the South: Photographs and History of the Tennessee Titans right here.
Look, it’s hard out on those streets for Titans fans these days. if you’re anything like me when things are as bleak as they are right now, you tend to find yourself going down wormholes of when the Titans used to be great. Yes, there were actual seasons when the Titans were great.
In fact, my guy Justin Melo encompassed all of it the great, the good, and even the Ken Whisenhunt year and half all in an incredible one-stop-shop book that you and/or any Titans fan should pick up.
If you’re a Tennessee Titans fan, a lover of all things Nashville, or you just enjoy history books with more pictures than words, Titans of the South may just be your new favorite coffee table companion. Yes, it’s solely about the Titans, and yes, it’s got more photographs than your proud grandma’s Facebook page, but that’s exactly the point. This book isn’t for the casual fan—it’s for the true Nashville die-hards who remember when Vince Young chucked his shoulder pads into the stands, who remember the days when Kenny Britt got arrested on an off-ramp outside Bowling Green, Kentucky, who remember when Algae Crumpler fumbled at the five yard line. You true diehards deserve a book like this.
And if you’re anything like me, and hate to read, no sweat. This book is chock-full of pictures from George Blanda to Eddie George and everything in between – including pictures of Brett Kern and Craig Hentrich. Trust me, I stared at them for hours.
The history section offers up the highlights of the team’s journey from the Oilers’ Houston days to Nashville’s finest (and yes, wildest) moments. This is the stuff that makes you want to cue up a slow-motion video of the Music City Miracle. It’s the kind of content that makes you grab your guitar, write a ballad about that one Super Bowl yard they almost got, and dream of revenge victories that may never come. (But hey, that’s part of the Titans’ charm: getting close enough that it hurts a little, which makes winning taste even better—at least that’s what I’m telling myself).
Overall, Titans of the South isn’t just a book. It’s an experience—a tribute, really. One that reminds you why you stick with this team through thick and thin (shoutout this year), through fourth-quarter miracles (shoutout Vince Young, Ryan Tannehill, and Will Levis whenever he plays Miami), and through moments when you find yourself explaining why “almost getting there” still counts for something (shoutout Super Bowl XXXIV).
So if you’re ready for a trip down memory lane (and to finally answer your relatives’ “What should I get you for Christmas?” questions), this one’s a no-brainer. Just make sure to display it proudly next to that mini Lombardi you swear they’re this close to winning.
Look, times like these are hard to be fans. But it will only make the winning that much sweeter. So make sure you enjoy those times with this book gracing the top of your coffee table. If you’re a Titans diehard like me, you will love this book. So get one for the Titans fan in your life this Christmas, Hannukah, Kwanza, or hell, even just as a “I’m sorry your team kinda sucks right now, I’ve been thinking of you” gift.