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.