An attack from all fronts
[Cross-posted at The Cover Two.]
Here we were, naively thinking that our good fortune would translate into hordes of well-wishers and, perhaps, a bit of admiration.
How wrong we all were.
Instead, Tent City has been under assault for our partaking in Cherrishinskis.
As PWD tells it, the concoction was born prior to last year's Florida game (a loss) and resurfaced for the Auburn game (another loss). And he followed up with this ...
It has been discussed several times on this site over the past year that the Cherrishinski is the Official Beverage/Food of Doom(TM) because of its 0-2 start.
Therefore, I blame Matt Tovrog and his tailgate crew for jinxing the Dawgs.
Ouch. Nonetheless, the residents of Tent City are fighting back against this onslaught.
Our Cherrishinskis are 5-1 - though not a particularly impressive 5-1, but 5-1 nonetheless. And we invite all in the Dawgosphere to drop their disdain for the grain-alcohol-soaked delicacy and enter a new era of love, harmony and spiked, tiny fruit.
Credit Josh for the best defense of our tailgate in his giving of its directions:
Take a left at Paradise, bear right at Heaven, go just past Shangri-la, and there it is - Tent City. If you hit Utopia, you've gone too far.
Though, for the record, I didn't eat a Cherrishinski ... (run Tovrog, run!)
Here we were, naively thinking that our good fortune would translate into hordes of well-wishers and, perhaps, a bit of admiration.
How wrong we all were.
Instead, Tent City has been under assault for our partaking in Cherrishinskis.
As PWD tells it, the concoction was born prior to last year's Florida game (a loss) and resurfaced for the Auburn game (another loss). And he followed up with this ...
It has been discussed several times on this site over the past year that the Cherrishinski is the Official Beverage/Food of Doom(TM) because of its 0-2 start.
Therefore, I blame Matt Tovrog and his tailgate crew for jinxing the Dawgs.
Ouch. Nonetheless, the residents of Tent City are fighting back against this onslaught.
Our Cherrishinskis are 5-1 - though not a particularly impressive 5-1, but 5-1 nonetheless. And we invite all in the Dawgosphere to drop their disdain for the grain-alcohol-soaked delicacy and enter a new era of love, harmony and spiked, tiny fruit.
Credit Josh for the best defense of our tailgate in his giving of its directions:
Take a left at Paradise, bear right at Heaven, go just past Shangri-la, and there it is - Tent City. If you hit Utopia, you've gone too far.
Though, for the record, I didn't eat a Cherrishinski ... (run Tovrog, run!)
posted by Jmac at 7:56 PM
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