Let’s talk tailgating. No, not what dudes in lowered, tuned up, bright purple, fart sounding 2008 Honda Civics do to you on the turnpike. We’re talking about the 5 or 6 (sometimes even more) hours before kickoff where family, friends, and even opposing fans gather in parking lots and fields outside football stadiums. We drink beer, liquor, and wine (responsibly), consume what seems like bottomless hotdogs and burgers (not responsibly because calories don’t count on game day), and dance embarrassingly to “Just Wanna Rock” by Lil Uzi Vert.
As a child, I would go to bed in the middle of June dreaming about waking up on Christmas morning, despite it being 6 months away.