I am gradually getting back in football mode. Let the tailgating parties begin!
When I was little, my grandfather and father used to go hunting for bears, and one of my fondest childhood memories include the post-hunt tailgate parties after those hunts. Yes, mein Bruder, you were still in diapers when this happened, so that’s why you don’t remember that once a whole pig was roasted head to head with the bear. Both were so delicious, oh la la, that the next morning I, inspired, ate a bee. Here’s how to do the pig:
Long live the Raiders and the CSKA!