Tailgating

On Thanksgiving Day my dear friend Kathy called me to see if I wanted the pair of extra tickets they had to the CU vs. Nebraska football game for the next day. Hell yes I did. Plus the tickets included passes to a hospitality suite. Nice. The day would start early and include a full day of tailgating and hospitality suites. Fun.

We get up there early to the tailgating lot fully equipped with our lawn chairs, a case of beer and a cooler full of food. The lot was a sea of Black and Gold jerseys and a few Red sweatshirts here and there. Ted and Kathy’s friends are so nice and fun…and can be rowdy…good….my kind of folks. I survey the crowd…and think… oh yes… there will be tears today… there WILL be tears. Seems that every time I am around that group one of the girls cries one of those kinds of cries that includes some wailing. We get set up and I sit down to have beer number one and do some people watching. The biggest thing I noticed is the difference in tailgating by age group.

The College Kids:
Didn’t have a parking spot in the lot. All walked around with red plastic cups full of cheap beer. And the slutty college girls would find a group of 30-something men and act interested to eat and drink for free. One group of slutty college girls came up to our 30-something men and indeed ate and drank for free. This one girl had on this skirt so short that everyone could see her ass and the back of her legs was covered in cellulite. Gross. Also let’s not forget that it was 30 degrees out. They still got fed and drank for free…and as they walked away our 30-something boys high-fived each other… “Yea, that one was hot.” Us girls rolled our eyes… because we all used to pull that same trick as college girls (minus the short skirt and cellulite legs of course). Boys are sure gullible.

The 20-somethings:
Had a keg of Keystone Light, red plastic cups and a few bags of chips.

The 30-somethings:
Many many coolers full of cheap beer in a can. The wives and girlfriends brought food – chips, dips, burgers, hotdogs and ding dongs.

The 40-plus-somethings:
There was a group of 40 plus tailgaters right across from us. I kept looking longingly at their party. They had a full bar. Absolut Vodka, Kettle One, Scotch, Margaritas, Champagne, Bloody Marys and bottle beer. They had fancy appetizers, cheese and crackers, fruit, finger sandwiches, grilled chicken and brats. They had matching glasses and silver. They had a CU football 10’x10’ tent and a portable picnic table. Divine.

The day was a blast even though my high school softball team could have beaten CU that day. It was pitiful. And lucky for us we had seats around a group of very very drunk Nebraska fans with no class. Cheer for your team….that’s cool. Clap when they do something great. But don’t stand up in a sea of CU fans and grab your crotch and yell “CU can suck my dick.” Yikes. The guy behind us was the worst of the worst. Do these dummies NOT realize that they are VISITORS in our stadium? These Nebraska fans were acting like a bunch of idiots…and I kinda hope someone threw a beer on them.

And I was not disappointed. There were tears. Oh yes, there were tears. One of the wives threw a hissy fit and punched her husband about 20 times in the middle of the lot. I don’t know who had done what to make her mad… but she was pissed off. It was actually more sad than entertaining. And a reminder of the lesson that it is ok to fight with the one you love…but do it at home…not in public…never call names…and never ever hit.

All in all…a great day… the weather was great… and I was with my dear friends.