Game day was never like this when I was in college.
These days, apparently, it starts early. The night before even. Me, I need my beauty sleep, but did the best I could.
There is a ritual in the world of college football known as the “tailgate party.” Of course, I’m in for anything with the word “party” in it. And I have tailgated before. But apparently in all my years, I haven’t been doing it quite right.
Epic. I’ve never wanted to travel back in time to do something different — until I did this.
The morning began with a stop by my nephew Andy’s to pick up the beer we left them the night before (which amazingly was pretty much all still there), round up the troops and get over to our tailgate spot.
With a quick stop to check out Andy’s “loft.”