A two-day affair

Poor DAve forgot to charge his camera, so it's left up to me to post pictures from this past weekend's tailgate.

Good times. A few observations.

- Let the word go forth ... Josh is the master when it comes to thinking up trivia questions. Effortlessly weaving in observations from blogdom with absurdly random, yet fascinating historical trivia.

- Rule No. 3,214 ... anytime a Batman mask is involved, always a good time.

'What do we do when we fall down? We stay down and take a nap.'

- Rule No. 3,781 ... if you're not a regular visitor to our tailgate, yet proceed to eat 1/4 of our bratwurst count, please leave at least $5 in the tip jar.

- Fire pits definitely make any event that much better ... even if they typically involve Tim developing outlandish scenarios where we wonder how Scott would respond to having the firepit accidently flipped over on him.

Note how the darkness of the night, coupled with his black hair, makes Tim appear to be bald.

- OK ... pictures...

This is me and my cousin Stephen ... who's 6-foot-5, weighs 275-plus pounds, has blondish hair and is Republican ... so he's, like, the exact opposite of me. Still, he's family, so I'll keep him.

Is it just me, or does John appear to change his shirts at least three times during the course of a tailgate?

A picture of me and DAve, which the latter said was 'artsy.'

Meims, Carrie and a mysterious, floating can.

What happens when a lot of people spend the night at your place after a tailgate? You get a fridge full of the beer that time forgot.