Was that the tailgate where we first met Jarhead Jim and then you had to spend a good 3 hours with your head in your hands trying to shake off Friday night? If I recall, that was a 9 pm game, and we started tailgating around 11 am.
What I'll most remember about that place is that barn. We had that strip mall motel on the highway. Right next to it is an old barn. The motel staff told us to go there for after hours. We were half terrified, but completely intoxicated enough to take a chance. And it turned out to be the greatest after hours ever. Huge renovated bar with several different rooms, packed with girls resembling that picture above. I wonder if that magical place is still there.
