Well

At least we can lose without me being there as well. Poor guys.

Slow week

It's admittedly hard to get excited when the game is away and is not even on TV. The prospect of sitting on my couch and watching it via the internet does not excite me that much either.

Still recovering from a Sunday Funday

There are pictures somewhere from yesterday. In other news, there are pics that exist from Thursday's game, I will get them up soon.

The game was fun

And I almost parlayed a backpack disaster into a bathroom rendezvous with a lovely lady. More details to come later.

1st beer down, 2nd getting there

This train is unbelievably packed with Giants fans. I am beginning to think wearing the 49ers shirt was a REALLY bad idea.

Penn Station

Lots of lowlife Giants fans brownbagging it in Penn Station. I am wearing 49ers garb. I see a fight in my future. All in an NYC Sunday.

"Professional" Tailgating: Tommy goes to an NFL game

Giants' stadium. I am going as a 49er's fan. Could get ugly. Very ugly.

College football Saturdays just aren't the same when your team isn't playing

Should I care more? I can't tell.

Parting is such sour sorrow

Nothing like driving home in the rain the morning after a loss ...

The morning after

Ugh, another day, another L. At least we are almost winning games.

Free Coke Zero

I love American marketing tactics. Hot girl pushing around a cart pushing free cans of coke zero. Sold.

Andrew has arrived

All hail the Swells.

First beer at 3:06 pm

I am hugely satisfied now. As usual, we are setting the pace for the day.

1 hour later

I literally cannot stand it. I need a Coors Light.

IT'S STILL GAMEDAY

And I am still excited. The 2 hour drive to Raleigh is going to be killer though. I'm of mind to pick up a bottle of something nice for the ride, but I know what would happen then.

My bag is still packed with Excedrin, cod liver oil, and vitamin B complex. The magic potion.

GAMEDAY

The day is upon us. There will be blood.

Back for the first time: Swells Mac

Alright folks, get pumped, Mr. Swells Mac will be making his first and only appearance of the season tomorrow evening at Carter Finley Stadium, making the choice to grace us with his presence.

In honor of his holiness, I present you a few choice pictures of what he has embodied as a State fan before:




I better see veins and neck muscles bursting tomorrow night.

It's Friday (I mean Wednesday)

It's the day before gameday is my point. And I could not be happier. Actually, I will be happier tomorrow when my feet are touching that familiar asphalt. The joys of tailgating.

The calm before the storm

I absolutely love this photo. It never gets old, standing in that parking lot before everyone else, wondering if the place is going to fill up or not.

Whether or not the parking lot fills up entirely or only halfway, that moment of "WTF, where did all of the people come from?" always fires me up just a little bit more.

In case you forgot: Chick fil-A chicken tender madness

I was perusing through the pictures PDL had taken of that glorious day and came across the Chick fil-A spread that was bestowed upon us for 30 seconds of our time.


That's definitely an assload of tenders. 2 enormous platters.

In case you were not privy to the story, around 9 a.m. or so a man came riding around in a golfcart, carrying with him a cameraman, 2 gallons of sweet tea, 2 gallons of remonade, and an assload of chicken tenders.

He approached our table, marveling at our awesomeness and expertise at proper tailgating. One would think he might be a psycho Gibson tailgate groupie (we have several of those), but he was looking for some people to use in a Chick-fil-A commercial that would air during the game (and during the TV broadcast as we were later told). All we had to do was scream and act like idiots for 30 seconds, which is what we do for 8 hours a day on gamedays anyways. Not a problem at all.

So we do so (profanities and absurdity thrown in for good measure) and get our reward of tenders and beverage. Everyone stared at the tenders with incredulity, wondering what would happen to all of them. I knew EXACTLY what would happen.


Man, looks like there are a few less wings on the table than before ...


THERE ARE NOW ONLY ABOUT ELEVEN TENDERS LEFT. We took care of that problem quite easily.

Special Edition: Booze voting for FSU, Thursday October 16th

Well well kiddies. We have a special edition of the booze voting this week. In fact, every post will be a special edition, super duper Thursday edition. I have some nice choices up for debate this week, let's make those votes count:

1) White Russians: it's getting into fall now, I'm thinking of fireplaces and drinks that warm me up. White russians are at the top of that list.
2) Vodka-infused sno cones: just a step away from the god-awful fair
3) Pumpkin liquor drink: I have no idea. But if it won, I would research and come up with a spooky cocktail.
4) Mystery booze: Again in the spirit of ghosts and Halloween, I could prepare several cocktails in identical containers, you poor into your cup, who knows what you get!
5) Box wine (still want it).
6) MD 20-20: just in case. It will never win I know.

Other suggestions are welcomed as well.

The Little Tailgater Who Could

This little guys rules. Look how fiercely he tailgates already. Look how hard he cheers. He is going to be something special.




There's probably something against the law for posting pictures of such a pure and innocent creature on the same blog as the rest of us jackasses, but whatever.

SATURDAY, SATURDAY, SAAAAAATURDAY!!!

Oh wait, there's no game today. I feel very strange right now. What the hell am I supposed to do today? Waking up to no football is a pretty common thing 9 months out of the year, but why can't I recall right NOW what it is like? So it goes with the true American pastime.

Booze Brothers (+1): Boston College

The Booze Brothers party for the B.C. game had a bit of spice to it, a little Spanish flavour courtesy of my good friend PDL.

We start off with some normal pics, showing we can be civilized if need be:



Looking good right? Just being silly dudes is all ...


JESUS. Why do always stoop to this level?



And more importantly, why do I stoop to this level with my brother. Do I subconsciously think that makes it better? I dunno. All I know is, we enjoy posing for these pictures way too much. Wayyyyyyyy too much.

Zima FAIL

Just a quick note before I get to posting pictures from last weekend ...

The Zima experiment was a disaster. I haven't done any research, but I believe the shit may have been discontinued. Or maybe it is only available in South Carolina. I dunno. Regardless, we couldn't find it. So we settled on choosing on Gameday, the result of which is evidenced in photos.

G had the idea to just pick the morning of. I thought it was a splendid idea. Naturally, we both went with sugar bombs; Bacardi Strawberry malt beverage tallboys for the 3 of us while G got some shitty cheap sweet Boones farm-esque wine (which I almost bought actually).

Sorry for the slowness of posts this week

It's been a rough one. Plus, with no football until next Thursday (only 6 days from now), I've been avoiding the site so I don't start crying.

Lots of good pictures to post. Less chance of me ever running for public office once these are up.

I feel lost with a game this weekend

I'm not sure how to act after 3 consecutive weekends of nonstop football fun (and booze of course). I'm pretty sure my body will thank me for giving it the weekend off.

I am however looking very forward to a Thursday night game. There's something about partying like a Saturday on a Thursday that brings a smile to my face (or is that a smirk?).

Booze Brothers: Boston College

Much more to come.

Disaster.

Disaster. We lost. However, we took a power nap and sang songs about black cock. Don't ask.

21-14

Well, just as soon as it seems out of our hands, State surprises me with a play that piques ,y interedt and probably gives me false hope for a victory.

Nate has the greatest quote ever

"That drink shouldn't even come with a top. It should just have a tampon in it." Nate rules school.

WE ARE GOING TO WIN

Maybe. Either way, as usual, controversy has found us. An "official" warned us about bringing drinks into the RBC center. (basketball arena). Trouble with the law is always a good sign.

7 beers deep

The sun is blazing, the beer is flowing, the fun is real. Signs point to success on several levels today.

First beer down

Manuel had Bojangles. He was very impressed. First beer is down.

This will get ugly. I feel old.

GAMEDAY: get on the Shit Train

Sitting at Luke's computer, about to crack a first beer. PUMPED. We are so pumped. Too pumped. This could get ugly.

Today is a special day. Figure it out later.

Friday Morning Fever

Getting excited. Only an hour and 15 minutes until I depart for the promised land.

Phone Destruction Volume 3

As some of you are well aware, it has been a tradition for me since I started owning a cell phone to kick off the upgrade process by destroying my current one at a football game. My luck with cell phones over the years has been terrible at best, so I have never held a good relationship with my phones.

Now this year was a little bit different. I have had a new phone for quite some time, so the order of events were not in proper sequence. However, this one took special meaning as this phone was particularly shitty. I held on to the bastard for quite some time, awaiting the moment to relish the death of this LG monster.

See below for the progression of destruction. Notice the angst on my face, mixed with joy watching my enemy see his end.


"Hmm ... you're kinda cute, and you've generally been very nice to me. Maybe I should not destroy you after all. Maybe I will donate you to charity. Hmmm ..."


"On second thought, you can kiss my ass you son of a bitch. You are going down. GO TO HELL. GO TO HELL AND DIE. Hope you enjoyed my earwax and earsweat all over your stupid face!"


"DIE!!!"


"DIE AGAIN!!!"


"YOU WILL NEVER HURT MY FAMILY AGAIN!!!"


"That's right. DONE."

Booze Brothers: South Florida

Oh those boyz (I really hate reading words spelled like that) did it again.

If you hadn't previously noticed, we settled on 40's for this past weekend's game, to be made into Brass Monkeys. Our malt liquor of choice, Olde English was unavailable, so we went for the next worst thing: King Cobra.

We have a cheers:


and a sip!


And the obligatory pornesque photo-op:


We are ridiculous. My brother's face is especially ludicrous.