1st game of the year

It all starts at my place the night before the game....
Beer Pong is in effect. Bongs of both beer and pot get passed around. Vodka and Red Bull show up earlier than expected, just to take the night in that direction at anytime is dangerous, but when they show up at 7, you know shit's bout to hit the fan! After killing every drop of man-juice in the house it's time to go out. So after polishing off the last bit of Smirnoff straight from the bottle, We chant like the pirates we all want to be as we head to the local bar, Shellback, to only find the whole fucking bar filled with these over-all wearing, tobacco chewing,"Go Big Red" fans that are obviously in the wrong place.

Seeing we were out-numbered at least 3-1, actually took the safe way out and headed across the street to MB Pizzaria. Should have done thhat in the first place since pitchers are only $5. After our first couple pitchers we rake in some fresh meat. couldnt really tell how young they were, but it didnt really matter at the time anyway since my wingman seemed to already have a stellar lazy-eye forming. so i must have looked like quasimodo. lil girls left so we headed to th next bar.

Saw a bunch of the boys at Henessey's and got some more drinks. After a few slurred toasts and a few more shots we spot more hill-billy cornhuskers. shit has hit the fan!!! We start turning tables over in the bar doing god-knows-what and the waitress immidiately comes over to tell us to settle down. Being fully blacked-out by this time, i make a witty comment,"Isnt thisa fucking bar, watdyu mean ssssettle down???" yea got kicked out or that one. but made some good insults at the Nebraska fans before they got me out!!
so i walked home, tried to run but fell, so i walked again.

Woke up bright annd early Saturday morning awaiting the tail-gating i have yet to experience this year! Got some beers, but held off until my boys got over. Soon as they got there around 11 last night came back in full effect. Next thing you know we're walking in downtown LA, homeless people bumming smokes off me, and i was giving them out like i was Phillin fucking Morris. only to get to tail-gating and let me tell you it was no ordinary tail-gate. instead of burgers and dogs they serve steaks and fish. instead of chips and dip, its pasta salad and formage(cheese). it was the fuckin Ritz of tail-gating! and i was loving it, every bit of it! soo we slam our beers and head to campus to drink more. after drinkin for awhile and yelling obscene things at pretty muchy everyone that walked by, we walked back to the stadium cause it was game time! we kicked the poles for good luck, i kicked it soooo hard the odor from my feet seeped through the cracks of my shoes to blind-side me, i almost hit the floor, it Was thhat bad. gott in the stadium and from the looks of it, it couldve been a fuckin food convention. and being me, i treated it as it was a food convention, tasting everything they had: nachos, peanuts, polish sausages, i even got a lemonade.

we won the game! like i couldnt tell you that before it even started.

so being the people we are, we shamelessly harrass all these nebraska fans on our way back to the car. kicking port-o-potties, yelling at the ESPN newscasters, just classic shit.

this was the fiirst of many tail-gates this year. hopefully we can round up some more troops and get rowdy next home game.