Let's set the scene. It's Saturday afternoon, 1 p.m. People are crowding around kegs of Natty, and the smell of freshly-grilled hot dogs permeates the air. There's Toby Keith blasting from the speakers of a truck and a golden retriever playing fetch with a Frisbee. No friends, this is not an image of the University of [insert your favorite state here]. This is Penn's one and only day of the year when we kick back, embrace the joys of daydrunk and tailgate like we've got no troubles in the world (or perhaps drink away our sorrows since our job prospects are disappearing by the day).
Four of the frattier frats (St. A's, Phi Delt, Theos and Beta) came together in all their manly glory to help celebrate the first football game of the season. We all sweated it out on the pavement of the top floor of the University Museum parking garage, decked out in our Penn gear and being "so college." Creepy Penn and Villanova alums also showed up for the drunken free-for-all and even brought their kids along in what seemed to be an effort to show the little tykes what college is really about. The afternoon was complete with the obvious presence of big, sweaty guys in self-made sleeveless shirts and keg stands galore.
As the debauchery died down and kick-off time rolled around, tailgaters stumbled towards the stairs in search of a bathroom, certainly with no intentions of actually going to the game. Sorry Quakers, but everyone knows that the pre-game is always the best part.
