I'm a Tailgate Fan

So as you may or may not have noticed,

I've been in quite the blogging funk lately.

But one girl that always seems to know 

how to get you out of any funk you might find yourself in

has started a pretty fun link up.

You see, Venus is the kind of sports fan I wish I could be.

You know, the one who actually knows what she's talking about.

Yea....that one.

Disclaimer: I am not that fan.

Sure I grew up around football 

and can follow along pretty well.

I get the rules of the game and 

I don't think I sound like a complete moron during sports related conversations. 

("think" being the operative word. The males in my life may disagree.)

But my favorite part of football season,

hands down is the trash talking

and the tailgating.

And let's be real,

99.9% of "real sports fans" would say the same thing.

Everyone loves a good rivalry. 

And if you're not talking at least a little bit of smack to said rivalry 

you're not doing it right. 

When your mouth isn't busy fueling friendly competition,

you know it's going to be busy eating and drinking.

The first thing that pops in your mind when you hear the word baseball?

Hotdogs. Duh.

And I don't care who you are,

you can't deny a good football tailgate 

with chocolate peanut butter rice crispy treats that look like this.

With all that being said,

you absolutely, positively can not tailgate

or get pumped up for a big game

without backing that azz up just a little bit.

I'm leaving you today with two of my tailgate classics.

You see, I am currently a fan divided. 

I grew up a NC State Wolfpack fan, went to school there

and will always bleed red.

And like we always say, 

"If I die in Raleigh, at least I will die free".

However, the hub-a-lub is a die hard East Carolina Pirates fan.

And because like they always say,

"You can't spell PARTIES without PIRATES".

Now go back that glitter sports fan azz up here and here.


Hugs,