I guess most of these pictures speak for themselves, we broke in Nick, The Andy and Joe's new apartment then headed downtown for a great dollar you call it at the Airliner. Of course Joe didn't get to enjoy the liner for too long, the kid has been in town for 5 days and got booted out of a bar already...I guess that's what happens when you're a fucking Larry though.
Saturday morning (14 days untill kickoff)
9:45 AM
Cell rings...
Lamb: Hey Tommy you going to the scrimmage???
Me: What scrimmage?
Lamb: It starts at 11 over at Kinnick, free entry.
Me: Um...eh...(asked the other guys)...sorry Lamb, we'll catch you later.
11:15 AM
Cell rings...
Klobbo: Oh, hey there guy. You gonna come tailgate???
Me: (long groan) Oh fuck, are you guys over there?
Klobbo: Fuck yeah, Jones, Trudy, all of us...we're almost Larryed already...
Me: Shit, we'll be over in a few....
After nick has a drumstick for breakfast and we load with a couple cases we head
over to the lot. Yeah the scrimmage started an hour before we started
tailgating, but it doesn't matter because we're dedicated fans. Trudy,
being the fanatical Hawkeye fan that he is, was just trying to pick up a few
cans at Historic Kinnick Stadium and proved the saying "Blood Sweat and Tears"
for tailgating...sick war paint.
Oh by the way, it was dollar hot dog day and they fucking ran out of hot dogs! I'll allow it for a scrimmage but those vendor pricks better get their act together if they want to keep serving the best fans in the country. That kind of bull shit will not stand during Big Ten season.
Nap, shower, and it's time to go again. Joe got his fix of porn right away (thanks Paris). A few beers and a failed attempt at box-of-rocks and it was time to get serious about drinking. Apartments in August are too fucking hot to host a party at, but we had to have a few beers since we were there. Then we met up with the rest of the guys for a beer before going on to the Airliner again. (Don't worry, they let Joe in this time...he wasn't nearly as Larry as he was on Friday)
2 AM and another attempt at box-of-rocks...JACKPOT! Only had to wait about 5 minutes before some unsuspecting turd kicked our box. Unfortunately he had to be a d-bag about it and ruined our box and our fun for the rest of the night. He tried throwing rocks at the eight of us laughing at him on a third floor balcony, fortunately he wasn't born with Drew Tate accuracy and he barely made it over the sidewalk if front of the building. I'll not be a moron and bring my camcorder up next time to get some box-of-rocks on film, it may be the funniest shit that you'll ever see.
Holy shit, its Sunday...13 days until kickoff!!!
