Life’s nothing without traditions, and going to Radio City Music Hall, “disguised” as Fitzy, alongside my brother @thegeoffman to have fun with the football fans outside the NFL Draft every year is one of our favorites. When one of the greatest botched plays in football history earns the nickname “Buttfumble”, and fans respond to and cheer it, how can you have a bad time? (mild language, should you watch these kinds of videos at work…or with your kids)
You guys wanna hear some ridiculous NFL Wild Card Weekend predictions from a hard-drinking, foul-mouthed, leisurely-gambling degenerate Pats fan? No? OK, great! Here you go.
Language is rather NSFW, as it should be for this “character”.
Oh, and if you’re a Pats or football or money-wasting fan and want to buy any of the shirts you see me shamelessly wearing in the video then head on over to The Townie News Store. Dood, , much like ya’ mom, we sell ‘em wicked cheap!
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.
For the past six years (2012 included) I’ve made way to interview and engage the “fanimals” outside of Radio City Music Hall, in line waiting to gain admission to watch the NFl Draft. I attend as my Boston sports alter-ego, Fitzy (here’s a prime example of which I type). I entertain the insults and endure the verbal bombardment sent my way by fans both envious and of enmity. What should I expect? I dress head to toe as a Patriots superfan, in New York. It’s total chaos, and always a good time with unshowered grown men in the jerseys of other grown men who play games for money. This year was no exception…plus I gotta to double-dip at the Draft store, being asked to make a fan-on-the-street video for CBS Local Sports, too. Thus there was a BOGO at the “talk to half-drunken football fans starved for football, attention and a restroom” store this late April. Fitzy video coming soon. Until then do please enjoy this…and no, football can’t come soon enough.
