We’re back y’all! It’s that glorious time of year where you will travel hours in the car on a Thursday to be able to drink for 48 hours straight only to wake up in a pile of half eaten hamburgers and cans of the local brew. Your only non-football related memories of the last two days consist of running around the tailgate screaming “I AM THE GOD OF WASHERS!” after defeating your cousin and his wife. There was also that time you got the stink eye from someone because you piled on entirely too much food from the spread.
Saturday Tailgate 2017: Alabama A&M
