A tradition like no other. Probably brings to mind coolers, hot dogs, brauts. It does for me, well, at least it did.
I didn’t exactly envision a tent, blanket, and a half hour coloring session. But, hey, that’s how I roll.
MK at least had the basics down. Supporting your team, and snacks. Clearly, the snacks. Look closely and you can see Goldfish was the appetizer of choice. Actually, you don’t have to look that close and you could still check for cavities.
So maybe it’s not hardcore tailgaing, but we at least had to make it official.
Now, I don’t consider myself old, far from it. But, I am, experienced, we’ll just call it. If there’s one thing you can always look forward to at a BU tailgating it’s the ladies. Since I have a couple of them on my hands, I’ll have to pass my wisdom on to my nephew.
The shades are perfect. You see them, they don’t see you. Perfect, just let em’ walk on by. Play it cool.
“Ok, I saw the blonde too, but put the shades back on, man. It’s all about subtlety.”
Fired up for the big game.
I’d like to think our support helped keep the Bears in the end zone, and they certainly spent a lot of time there Saturday. An outpouring of BU touchdowns, a couple bags of cotton candy, and the girls are lifelong Bears.
