The Tailgate

Bad weekend for football and futbol for WVU as all three teams in the national title hunt lost with the Pitt loss being the coup de grace. The game may have been a disaster, but the first annual Bastard Sons Tailgate was a success. There were more Australians at our tailgate than in the rest of the state combined. After worries about fumbling this down our leg the tailgate ended up with over $150 in food and more beer and booze than we could finish.




OS used seven pounds of hamburger to make a chili in a turkey fryer that looked more like a meat soup but ended up working out for everyone involved as I have spoken to everyone who ate a bowl and there were no causualties.






















At least from the chili. During the game some of the tailgaters had their difficulties. I personally had some difficulties focusing during the first half, much like the team, but unlike them I rallied in the second half. One person who didn't was Chutta. Much like WVU's season he went down hard. Wolf at a wedding hard. After losing a fight between his face and the cement steps he was politely escorted from the game. Sad. But something that isn't. Harold.