The family and I were at Home Depot over the weekend, and near the BBQ section there was a big sign advertising tailgating. I leaned up against it and whispered, “28 more days...28 more days”. I know some of you are about ready to pop because you just need to get there—to smell the grass mixed with the grilling on the golf course, taste your first burger, and see your first touchdown. I know how you feel. The tickets came in the mail the other day and I have to say, the cover with the jersey with our last name on it was pretty bad ass.
Tailgating, UCLA Style: Time Honored Traditions
