The Undervalued Joy of Tailgating
I remember my first tailgating experience. It was a cold and frosty day in January of 1992. In fact, leave it to the NFL to keep a living record of the game. My friends and I drove 23 hours from Nova Scotia to Orchard Park, NY. File that under "decisions that shouldn't be made on a Thursday night at the Swinging Axe Lounge." What I saw in Buffalo was off the charts nutty and I can confirm after going back 7 times - nothing has changed. So when I heard there was a podcast dedi
