Let the Good Times Fly

As a male college student, what more can I ask for than football, women, plenty of food and a day away form books. One Sunday morning when I woke up, I discovered that my friends came up with an idea for our Sunday. Our Sundays usually involve us sitting around all day, watching football and just hanging out. We wanted to do something different for once, so my friends told me they came up with the idea that we should go to the Eagles game and tailgate. Even though we didn’t have tickets into the game, we decided to go to the game and have a good time.
Arriving a little bit earlier than the other tailgaters, gave us a head start on tailgating over everyone else. When we arrived, we started our day by pulling out our chairs, sitting down in them, opening up some drinks and chips and just sat back for a while. About an hour into our tailgating, we took out our small pathetic grill and threw on plenty of burgers and dogs. We had the radio playing in the background and some new rock song we all weren’t familiar with yet blared behind us. As we sat there and waited for our food to cook, we watched as all of the other tailgaters arrived starting out the same way we did. We watched them take out their chairs, chips, drinks, the only difference was that theirs were beer and other alcoholic beverages, and finally started up there bigger more advanced grills. When our food was finally finished cooking, we took it off the grill and inhaled it as we followed it by washing it down with our drinks. We put the grill away and sat back in our lawn chairs and continued to watch the other tailgaters. We watched them with there Eagles shirts and costumes eat their food, get drunk and putting on their green and white makeup for the game.
Enjoying our day, we all got up and walked around to join some other tailgaters and their own little parties. While we walked around, we met a small group of people maybe around the age of twenty six or twenty seven and started to talk to them about the Eagles. As we laughed and criticized about the Cowboys, Giants and Redskins, they offered us several beers and other types of drinks. Being good underage tailgaters, we accepted them with no hesitation. As we pounded a few drinks and it was getting a bit closer to the game, everyone around us started up in singing the Eagles fight song. After the song was over, everyone continued with their drinking and tailgating. We thanked our small fellow group, got up and left them to themselves. We walked back to where our tailgating originally started; pulled our chairs back out and sat back down again.
For a while we just sat there and talked about the highlights of our weekend back at school. We talked about how we enjoyed our Friday and Saturday nights going out and ending the weekend tailgating at the Eagles game. The whole time we sat there, a couple more singing of the Eagles fight song came over all the other tailgaters and ourselves. After the songs were all over, we continued in our conversation when a man came up to us and started one with us himself. If we were any where else and someone started to talk to us the way this man did, we probably would have ignored him. But we were tailgating at an Eagles football game so it was perfectly alright. He started telling us about how he had season tickets for such a long time and has been going to Eagles games with his wife for as long as he could remember. He also told us that he is always tailgating before the games, even when the temperature is below zero and it is snowing outside. It was easy to tell that the Eagles are the only thing he cares about on Sundays. He had brown hair that was starting to gray over with a thin body and he smelled of some kind of cheap beer. He wore a black McNabb jersey and looked to be in his late thirties or early forties.
After the man was finished talking to us, he continued on his way and our eyes followed him to where he was going. We watched him as he finally arrived to his destination and walked up to a lady whom must have been his very attractive wife. She was also wearing a McNabb jersey, but hers was much smaller and made her breasts look larger because of how tight the shirt was on her. She was wearing light makeup and had a light brown hair color. Finally the two of them sat down and started to laugh and talk.
It was finally time for the game to start and a lot of people were clearing out to go in and watch the game. We didn’t have tickets, so we were not sure if we should go to one of our places and watch the game or just hang out where we were and listen to it on the radio. We decided on going over to my cousin’s place and watch the game there. As we packed up our stuff, we realized how much fun we had on our Sunday, which usually involves sitting around watching football in one of our rooms all day. We got finally got to my cousin’s place and all gathered around the television for a few hours and watched the game. The Eagles ended up losing on the last drive as the Bears scored a touchdown to win. Even though the Eagles lost and we were all upset about it, we still enjoyed our day and plan on doing it again with upcoming home games.