So we attempted to tailgate. We trooped it here – loaded with beer and meat – and got soaked in the rain setting up a screenhouse to host our festivities.
About ten minutes later, three of us were holding it down as the wind gusted strongly enough to send it into the neighboring cars, when we decided this wasn’t fun.
Another 15 minutes and we were back home ‘tailgating’ in our backyard. Location didn’t matter, the burgers were flame-broiled hot, and the beers icey cold.
Now I’m sitting at the Islanders game wishing I was playing. (That’s my issue with watching sports, I’d always prefer to be taking an active approach and playing with the team.) I’ll let you know wins…
fight! fight! fight!