I was crap at playing the game in school and so never really paid attention to it. Then I fell in love with a Duke grad. Worse, her parents were both Duke grads and her sister went there too.
There was a kind of détente where I would fly the Duke flag in basketball and she would fly the Bama flag in football. Neither would threaten the other and we continued on in connubial bliss. Then this season happened.
Oats has provided me with a reason to break the truce. This is so much damn fun.
I usually make a pasta, changing every week as best I can, for Sunday lunch so this isn’t a tailgate per se, but it will serve.