I could tell you a lot of things about tailgating. I could tell you that hamburgers are always a great option and that, if the game is at 6:00 then sometime around 3:00 is the perfect time to eat. I could tell you that if you are having pulled pork along with smoked chicken thighs and ribs, then you don’t need 40 hamburger buns for 35 people (I speak from experience). I could tell you never to forget wet wipes (and a gazillion other things).
But instead I want to tell you this: that there is nothing like a Saturday spent sitting under a tent. There is nothing like waking up and driving onto campus and getting out of the car into a morning that is cool and clean (and warming up). There is nothing like a television on a card table and chips and cookies and tailgate tea lined up for all-day eating and drinking. There is nothing like friends coming and going all day and running into people you haven’t seen in years. There is nothing like getting the dirt of your second home into your skin. (And at the end of the day, after the football game, there is nothing like taking a shower.)
Last week was rough for some reason. I felt out of sorts for no apparent reason and Gerrit had some stressful days at work. The days wore us out and yet flew by in a weird way. And then we got to this weekend, and it was like a cleansing breath and we remembered the things and people we love and the kind of living that makes us happiest.
Today may have the same 24 hours that Saturday did, but Saturday seems to stretch on forever and ever because it was the best kind of day.(2) Comments