Way Back {When}sday: Football Edition

It's the most wonderful time of the year...not to be confused with the other most wonderful time of the year, which FYI, is in December.

It's football season, ya'll! Time for tailgates, sweatshirts and the only reason I need to start drinking at 9 a.m. on Saturday.  
mmm, let's be honest, I can start drinking at 9 a.m. anytime.

Last weekend commenced college, NFL and fantasy football, and I am a fan of all three. Having grown up in Iowa City, I'm an Iowa Hawkeye fan first and foremost. And, I have the Green Bay Packers in my blood since my grandpa played for them in 1946. Both teams let me down on this past weekend, but at least I won in both of my fantasy leagues.
 This is Grandpa Zupek in 1946, Pack uniform in all!

Anyhoo, suffice it to say that I'm pumped for what's in store this season. To celebrate, I'm linking up with Rachel at Can't Google Everything  for Way Back {When}sday to showcase some of my most favorite tailgating memories.
Note: What you're about to see is a lot of photos of my friends and I. Drunk, young and in most cases, overweight. You're welcome.

In 2005, my friends and I were barely legal to drink. We'd typically start a football weekend with FAC (Friday After Class), staying out until 2am. At tailgates the next day, we could be found starting no later than 6am. Tailgates usually had approximately 20 kegs of beer. We did things like keg stands, fall down hills, fall off trucks and on top of grills, chain smoke cigarettes and rip toilet seats off. For a game that started at 11am, we were usually out until 2am. It.was.awesome.

In 2006, we had graduated college. Sara and I had moved to Chicago, Mandy was in Kansas City, and when we all came home for a home football game, there was trouble in paradise. Unfortunately, we weren't much more "mature" despite the fact that we had apparently joined the real world. We still peed behind bushes and danced on top of the Magic Bus. We still started tailgating at obscene hours of the morning. When one of us passed out, we could still count on Amber to draw on us with marker and stack literally everything under our bed on top of us while we were passed out.

In 2007...well, I'll be honest, there wasn't much change in behavior from 2006. Or 2005. It was less likely that we started tailgating as early or staying out as late, but we were still up to no good when it came to tailgating and watching the game. This year, we even went to to Kansas City. The perfect opportunity to visit Mandy, go to KU homecoming and reunite with all my college friends!

It wasn't until about 2008 when things started to change. And by that, I mean that we didn't spend 20 out out of 24 hours on Saturday drinking our faces off. This is the year my friends started getting engaged and married. Naturally, for some of us this meant running down the street screaming "I'M GETTING MARRIED, I'M GOING TO BE A BRIDE!" and for others, it meant throwing shoes at trees in excitement. Also, Iowa came to play at Soldier Field and that was super fun.

In 2009, we had to do really adult things, like drink responsibly while tailgating in order to help set up for friends' weddings. We also started doing things like actually going TO the game, instead of drinking through it. Novel idea, eh?

In 2010, behaviors started improving. Not everyone tailgated every Saturday, but those who did really got after it. These weekends became the weekends that the girls got together, so we had to make the most of it. One Saturday in particular, my bestie (Britt) and I had been out all day and all night and wanted to go to bed. We thought it would be a good idea to sleep in the jewelry store that Britt manages downtown. Thinking better of that plan, in light of the fact that she would be FIRED, we walked over to the Sheraton. $310 for a room? Not sold. Plan C was my insistence that I was OK to drive home. As soon as the words were spoken, the thought was rejected. Plan D? Let's get a cab. Now why didn't I think of that?

Come 2011, we were more mature. People actually COULDN'T tailgate due to work, and those marriages turned into babies, which turned into responsibilities. For some of us, anyway. For the rest of us, and by that I mean me, Saturdays in the fall were spent pretty much the same way as they always had been: drunk. Parents started thinking of us as equals, offering us illegal drugs to smoke in the trees or a classier glass of wine to replace the beer shotguns. Thanks, and no thanks.

That does it for me today. I hope you've enjoyed this walk down memory lane. I'm sure my friends hate me for it. Sorry I'm not sorry.

What are your favorite tailgating memories?

1 comment:

  1. OOOK I think this may be my most fav blog so far! Good times, great friends, best memories! Love the pics, except for the extra LBS in most. Favorite tailgating memories... pretty much anything and everything that involved Meghan Mattheis. Love and miss ya girl!


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