True tales of tailgating
A depiction of one man's Homecoming journey
Tim Albrecht
Issue date: 10/28/08 Section: Sports
11:05 a.m. We begin to leave. Wife one more time. Explanation. Disappointed.
11:10 a.m. As we leave the house we realize we don't have a plan for tailgating and decide the best one would be to find someone we know. I call my cousin, figuring she likes to drink, so she'll have a plan. Sure enough she came through. We were to meet her at her house and then we would go to the Alerus for the tailgating.
11:20 a.m. At the liquor store we can't decide what would cause a larger uproar. We settle on some PBR, another aspect of C-Vett's "WOW" factor; who would drink Pabst and not expect a few comments?
11:25 a.m. On the way out of the liquor store C-Vett freaks out, claiming, "That chick stared right at my crotch on the way out. Did you see that?" He's saying this just loud enough that she could hear him and sure enough, she was staring out the window at us as we left with a look of shock. "WOW" factor strikes again.
11:35 a.m. We arrive at my cousin's house, the 8-1-8 as they like to call it, which is easily one of the stupidest things I have ever heard. They will proceed to say it at least twenty more times over the 25 minutes we're here.
11:36 a.m. "You're taking a shot", to which I reply, "No I'm not a big vodka guy." "If you want to stay in the 8-1-8 you will take this shot." This was the start of the 8-1-8 chant that began being repeated by the other nine girls in the house at the moment. I felt like I was two seconds from being sacrificed. The house suddenly reminded me of what Waco, Texas would have been like. There was even red Kool-Aid that I was pressured to try, but refused. I ask her if she is wasted to which she replies, "Shut up, Timmy!" and again this phrase is repeated throughout the whole house and is now subsequently my new nickname.
11:37 a.m. "Is this "shut up, Timmy"," some girl asks as she comes into the kitchen. Apparently I am famous simply because my cousin said this to me on the phone one day, so now I am talked about frequently in this house as, "shut up, Timmy". I would end up meeting more people throughout the day that I had never met but they knew my by the special title.
11:10 a.m. As we leave the house we realize we don't have a plan for tailgating and decide the best one would be to find someone we know. I call my cousin, figuring she likes to drink, so she'll have a plan. Sure enough she came through. We were to meet her at her house and then we would go to the Alerus for the tailgating.
11:20 a.m. At the liquor store we can't decide what would cause a larger uproar. We settle on some PBR, another aspect of C-Vett's "WOW" factor; who would drink Pabst and not expect a few comments?
11:25 a.m. On the way out of the liquor store C-Vett freaks out, claiming, "That chick stared right at my crotch on the way out. Did you see that?" He's saying this just loud enough that she could hear him and sure enough, she was staring out the window at us as we left with a look of shock. "WOW" factor strikes again.
11:35 a.m. We arrive at my cousin's house, the 8-1-8 as they like to call it, which is easily one of the stupidest things I have ever heard. They will proceed to say it at least twenty more times over the 25 minutes we're here.
11:36 a.m. "You're taking a shot", to which I reply, "No I'm not a big vodka guy." "If you want to stay in the 8-1-8 you will take this shot." This was the start of the 8-1-8 chant that began being repeated by the other nine girls in the house at the moment. I felt like I was two seconds from being sacrificed. The house suddenly reminded me of what Waco, Texas would have been like. There was even red Kool-Aid that I was pressured to try, but refused. I ask her if she is wasted to which she replies, "Shut up, Timmy!" and again this phrase is repeated throughout the whole house and is now subsequently my new nickname.
11:37 a.m. "Is this "shut up, Timmy"," some girl asks as she comes into the kitchen. Apparently I am famous simply because my cousin said this to me on the phone one day, so now I am talked about frequently in this house as, "shut up, Timmy". I would end up meeting more people throughout the day that I had never met but they knew my by the special title.
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