Romeo Said...

Now that Romeo's gone, it is time to remove him and his quotes from the sidebar. We wouldn't want to forget any of these precious gems, so this post will preserve his wisdom.

"...and now the Browns are quitters and coach has lost control of the team and there's division in the locker room..."

''Usually I try to entertain my wife because she needs entertaining.''

"It means that we're going to win more than we can lose this year."

"We knew he was a good player. That's why we put him on the team."

"I don't know anything about playoffs."

"Is he buying me lunch?"

"You can't kick the ball unless you're a kicker lining up to kick an extra point or on a kickoff."

"Sometimes the ball bounces a lot of different ways because it’s oblong."

TANY (There's Always Next Year)

Some of us actually went to this game. None of us stayed past halftime. See you next year?

Different View

If you've seen pictures taken from our seats on this site, you know that we sit pretty high. Those seats give us a pretty good view of the entire field. Those seats also give us a view of the seats behind the Browns sideline. During the first half we noticed a bunch of empties in the front row around the 40 yard line. Considering the game wasn't providing much excitement, we decided to venture down to those seats during halftime. This was the first time we took the walk of shame (usual long, depressing walk down the ramps) before the team was finished losing.

We had no trouble relocating to our new seats. Apparently things are so bad with this team that three guys wearing bright orange panchos and sombreros don't draw enough attention to ask for our tickets.

So, there were some interesting things we noticed while sitting in our new seats. Romeo Crennel is terrible. We were keeping an eye on him to see if maybe we'd see some fire out of him. Nope. He pretty much just stood around, seemingly oblivious to the action going on around him. We did see him say one thing to a player. It was after a punt. He said "Nice punt" to the punter. You're really earning those millions, coach. This guy seriously wants to get fired. He did just enough to get a contract extension before the season started. Now his mission is to get canned, so he can keep cashing in those fat paychecks while he's sitting on the couch, stuffing his face with pizza and chicken wings. I'd say he's smarter than us all.

Another interesting development came near the end of the game. The fans were a little upset with the typical poor play of the team. They were making their opinions known, as they have the right to do so. Well, Shaun Smith and D'Quell Jackson decided to turn around and start swearing back at the fans. Shaun and Dee-Quell were telling the fans to put on a helmet, go out on the field and play. They must not have too much faith in the team, either, if they think the fans could do a better job than them. Now, I don't know if it is a common thing for Browns players to taunt their own fans, as this was the first time we've sat close enough to see. Perhaps it is an unfortunate coincidence. Let's chalk it up to that.

Can't wait for that last home game...

A guy dressed up like Romeo. Somehow, he didn't make it in this picture.


A little closer than our normal seats.


There's Romeo.





That's Brady sitting up on the bench.


At least Romeo is facing the right direction.





Braylon's talking to Dorsey. This was before D.A. got hurt.


Now he's talking to Brady. This was also before D.A. got hurt. We didn't notice him talking to D.A., who was the quarterback at the time.


There's always next year...

Boooooooooo!!!!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

OSU crushed Michigan. So, at least we have that going for us, which is nice.


Some crap-ass play.

It's Kind of Like KISS Without the Makeup

Due to the fact that this game was played on a Thursday, most amigos' tailgating was limited causing us not to play dress-up. Rovi-tailgating was not affected. The pic above was taken by metromix. We are pic 42 of 54.

This game was Brady's first start. He was pretty good, but once again the team's play in the fourth quarter sent us looking for our pistolas to blow our brains out. Thanks again, guys.

James topped off the device jug a record three times. This is his third trip to dump.


The NFL Network stage is erecting.

14 Points? You Can Have Them and Then Some.

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.

The Browns Looked Like a Professional Football Squadron

Doesn't Larry look like a badass? Yes. He does. And so did the Browns tonight. In a game that must have been fixed, the Cleveland Browns manhandled the world champion New York Giants on Monday Night Football. Hopefully we'll get to see that level of play from our team again in the next 10 years. We'll see.

We were lucky to find a spot in the muni lot, which was interesting considering it was a work day. We were not lucky enough to find adequate room to setup The Device, though. But, that didn't hinder our fun. Speaking of fun, this was one of those rare occasions where the game was more fun than the tailgating. I like those games.

I'm not sure why this picture was taken. Looking at the table, I suspect we were getting ready to enjoy some tequila.


This dude was obsessed with the "turkey dick". Poor guy.


Larry makes this Hummer look cool.


Proud driver of a pimped out, orange Hummer.


I would not drive around the muni lot like that.


This chick had inside information of K2's "illness".


Not really ready for this picture.


This is what happens when you don't setup The Device.

Romeo Math: 3+3=10

By now everyone knows what happened in this game, and a lot of theories have been tossed around as to what Romeo might have been thinking. Well, the amigos have a theory of their own. In Romeo's head, each score counts equally. So, when he was kicking that second field goal at the end of the game, he thought that since the opponents scored twice, that would tie the game. Unfortunately, a touchdown is worth more points than a field goal. Most people know that. Most people.

Learning our lesson from last week, we showed up early enough to get a decent spot in the lot - 12 hours before game time. A low-key morning turned into an exciting afternoon including the new cactus ring toss game. Of course, some spirited egg toss followed with some interesting stipulations. Then the winds came causing us to cut the tailgate short. We actually arrived to the game half an hour before kickoff. Possibly a new record.

The King carried this pig head around for like half an hour.


New game: Cactus ring toss.


Jay is money.


Jay got all four rings on. The only time that was accomplished all day.


This guy was asking us if we remembered him.

After singing this song, how could we forget?

Fish in his mullet and some chick in our sombrero.

She's ready for some egg toss.

Still clean.

All egged up and rubbing it on Larry.

Post egg toss refueling.

Egg toss stipulation: Winners get a sombrero. Losers have to make out.

We won.

Everybody won.

A new contestant?

Same results.