The day did not start off well or end well. A "saved" parking spot was claimed by the crazy guy in the minivan with the spare tire on the roof who sells crappy items in a strange cart to tailgaters all morning. The initial beverage cooler was a Gymboree bag. The tailgating gear was not cleaned. You could blame the individuals who actually allowed these things to happen. Or you could blame Benny Benny Coco Benny for getting married in Toledo the night before, causing me to entrust the tailgating gear to someone else and showing up 45 minutes later than the others. But the real blame lies with Dan. Had the glue that holds the tailgate together not left for Japan last year, this would not have happened. And it all happened before 8 am.
The good part of the day was 8 am to 3:30 pm. We had beautiful weather, the usual fun tailgating with plenty of visitors, and an exciting 3 quarters of football. Then the Browns took over and ruined the whole day the only way they know how: Embarrasing, piss-poor play. Thanks, guys.
Cactus head.
The alien returned!
Larry's got a hanger. That's 2 points.
Chicas.
Oompa-Loompas meet the Mulletts.
We had a lot of folks at the tailgate.
A Croasmun, an Amigo, and a piece of meat K2.
Cornhole action shot.
That's a fine lookin' sombrero.
Keith joined the party today. That's not a Shaun Rogers jersey.
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