This weekend on the @TailgateFan Show we had the chance to go home…to Foxborough. To talk to, witness the pre-game pigskin rituals of, and share in the merriment with Pats fans. My people. And predictably enough…it was WICKED PISSAH. We’d done it before, many times at that, on our own and for ESPN. But this Sunday past, for some reason, it felt different. Better, even. Most I’ve ever enjoyed a tailgate in New England, and that includes any game I’ve been to. Everyone was in an awesome mood. Maybe it was the return of Seyton Manning, Tom Brady’s arch-rival. Maybe it was the forecast holding out and the biblical rains never really falling. Who the frig knows. It was a day of mirth and merriment with Massholes galore and more. Generous folk. Delicious grub. And a coupla dudes willing to partake in a challenge that may never let you look at clam chowdah the same way again. Big thanks to my favorite restaurant back home, The Four’s, for supplying the chowder in question. Cold or not, it’s flippin’ delicious. And you should go there for a game. Or any night. Chowder. Steak tips, medium rare. Pint of ice cold Harpoon IPA. That’s a touchdown, two-point conversion and back-rub from the head cheerleader for your soul.
Good stuff. Can’t wait to do it again. That we’re headed to the Meadowlands to watch Jets fans ritually sacrifice people tailgate before their game against the Colts this Sunday is delicious irony for a Pats fan coming off a big win and biffalo chicken high.
