It’s getting into fall! The season of new beginnings, if you’re a sports fan. For my money, nearly every community in the world has at least a partial connection to organized sports. That’s no different in my city, and I bet it’s no different in yours.
I’m reminded of a story, something that went down some six or seven years ago. I was well and truly in the midst of my decade-long “hoe phase” at this point, and as I’m sure you can imagine, had a very hard time turning down opportunities when they occurred. I’m sure you understand.
It was around this time of year, when I got roped in to going to a tailgate party outside the stadium of a local university’s football team (though I won’t say which one, for obvious reasons). I quite like sports, but I wasn’t much of a tailgater. The idea of getting hammered in a parking lot never appealed to me, I guess! I knew a guy though that would frequently go to these things, and he’d been hounding me the entire previous year to show up to one instead of watching the game at home, or at a house party, or something. Eventually, I relented.