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How to spend your Favorite football weekend
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JCHateSteve
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Fire up the smoker Friday night. Smoke a pork shoulder low and slow for the next 12 -18 hours. Doctor up some bbq sauce and put the wife's mac and cheese and home made bread on the side. Add a case of Highland Black Mocha Stout along with a bottle of old No. 7. Invite some friends and spend the whole game yelling at the plasma screen. There's nothing better.
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Hoping to have the man cave finished by this season. Then it will be, smoke a pork butt and grill some bbq wings. Get the wife to make her famous chili, and some potato salad and other deliciousness. If the game is at noon, start drinking about 10, otherwise start drinking at 11... Invite a bunch of friends and family over, throw cornhole and horse shoes, let the kids swim. Play games and try not to think about the game too much.
Game starts, nobody is allowed to talk, unless it is specific praise for the Vols, and then you are limited to a sentence or two. I have shushed my Grandma... lol
Scream at TV, and blind refs, and other coach, especially Spurrier. Sing Rocky Top thirty million times, (without the wooo, that's reserved for the women and children).
If Win: Drink all night and talk about how we are gonna whip the next week's opponent and all the awesome plays.
If Lose: Drink all night, and talk about how stupid some call was, or how the refs are blind and talk about how we are gonna whip the next week's opponent.
Game starts, nobody is allowed to talk, unless it is specific praise for the Vols, and then you are limited to a sentence or two. I have shushed my Grandma... lol
Scream at TV, and blind refs, and other coach, especially Spurrier. Sing Rocky Top thirty million times, (without the wooo, that's reserved for the women and children).
If Win: Drink all night and talk about how we are gonna whip the next week's opponent and all the awesome plays.
If Lose: Drink all night, and talk about how stupid some call was, or how the refs are blind and talk about how we are gonna whip the next week's opponent.
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Head up to Watts Bar lake on Friday night, make a pot of coffee in the early AM and sit out on the deck looking out over the lake with steam evaporating off into the sunrise, go back inside and cook up a big country breakfast (I.e. Bacon, eggs, sausage gravy, biscuits, etc.), and then depending on the game kick off time, either watch game day on ESPN or head off to Knoxville and enjoy game day festivities at the half barrel. Then I go back to the lake house and just relax for the rest of the weekend before heading back.
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I spend Friday evening out back under the pavilion smoking 40 pounds of pulled pork and racks of BBQ ribs. They get pulled off the smoker on Saturday - several hours before kickoff. They are triple wrapped in aluminum foil, wrapped in towels and get placed in a cooler. From that point, it's like a banker with a briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. The cooler never leaves my side. It gets pulled down the boat dock, loaded on to the boat. After screaming down the Tennessee River for 8 minutes, we dock with the Vol Navy, say our "hellos" and head to Circle Park for the tailgate. The ribs and pulled pork have made it safely once again from the smoker to the chopping block.
And then, in less than an hour, they're all gone. I feel used.
And then, in less than an hour, they're all gone. I feel used.
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If at home:
Get one of the following steaks, shanks, rump or prime rib cuts from the freezerbison, elk, nyala antelope, or in rare instances, pronghorn.
Concoct my secrete spice rub to apply to the marinated meat. Fire up the grill or NuWave oven depending what cut of meat Im cooking. Let Shirley handle the vegetation cause she wont let me do it anyway. Something about my choices and tailwind conditions. Drink is usually Pinot Noir wine and Nilgiri or Ceylon black tea to switch to after the first 1-2 glasses of wine.
If attending the game:
Notify my bud who lets me stay at his guesthouse during games. Friday, drive to Knoxville. Get set up at said guesthouse. Head over to Calhouns cause I like their steaks and the beers they sell. OR, if in the mood use the kitchen at the guesthouse to prepare our own meal. Usually some seafood or chicken dish. Drink is a tea because my bud has kids and we dont want to leave any alcohol related empty containers behind. A case of not bringing any potentially negative influence on his premises.
After meal, wherever that is: Throw a movie DVD we have hauled along. We usually bring two. A sci fi and/or religious theme video. Then Shirley chases me around the house. No, Im not joking. Kiowa chicks can be aggressive.
Gameday:
6:30AM drive to the free parking garage next to Market Square since were barely 2 miles away.
Why so early? I like being parked at the lowest level because we shop the farmers market to fill our ice chest with Tennessee grown and made veggies, cheeses, and various other foods. Freezer packs keeps it cool all day. But first we walk around a bit until Petes opens and have a really great breakfast, then shop. Finally, walk to campus and depending on game time, stroll all over the UT and the riverbank. Endure the crowd crush at the bookstore, get in position for the Vol Walk and just soak up the experience of being in the orange sea thats Tennessee. Return home Sunday morning with a stop at a Cracker Barrel before crossing the Kentucky border.
Get one of the following steaks, shanks, rump or prime rib cuts from the freezerbison, elk, nyala antelope, or in rare instances, pronghorn.
Concoct my secrete spice rub to apply to the marinated meat. Fire up the grill or NuWave oven depending what cut of meat Im cooking. Let Shirley handle the vegetation cause she wont let me do it anyway. Something about my choices and tailwind conditions. Drink is usually Pinot Noir wine and Nilgiri or Ceylon black tea to switch to after the first 1-2 glasses of wine.
If attending the game:
Notify my bud who lets me stay at his guesthouse during games. Friday, drive to Knoxville. Get set up at said guesthouse. Head over to Calhouns cause I like their steaks and the beers they sell. OR, if in the mood use the kitchen at the guesthouse to prepare our own meal. Usually some seafood or chicken dish. Drink is a tea because my bud has kids and we dont want to leave any alcohol related empty containers behind. A case of not bringing any potentially negative influence on his premises.
After meal, wherever that is: Throw a movie DVD we have hauled along. We usually bring two. A sci fi and/or religious theme video. Then Shirley chases me around the house. No, Im not joking. Kiowa chicks can be aggressive.
Gameday:
6:30AM drive to the free parking garage next to Market Square since were barely 2 miles away.
Why so early? I like being parked at the lowest level because we shop the farmers market to fill our ice chest with Tennessee grown and made veggies, cheeses, and various other foods. Freezer packs keeps it cool all day. But first we walk around a bit until Petes opens and have a really great breakfast, then shop. Finally, walk to campus and depending on game time, stroll all over the UT and the riverbank. Endure the crowd crush at the bookstore, get in position for the Vol Walk and just soak up the experience of being in the orange sea thats Tennessee. Return home Sunday morning with a stop at a Cracker Barrel before crossing the Kentucky border.
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I usually either spend at my house lounging in the pool and grilling/amoking (ribs, wings, pulled pork, ABT's) or if we go to my brother's house on Siesta Key we spend the early part of the day throwing football on the beach or playing bocci ball, then grilling at his house.
Florida in Oct & Nov is damn near perfect weather wise.
Florida in Oct & Nov is damn near perfect weather wise.
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Thursday
4pm: Load up the cooler with copious amounts of Natural Light & Fireball. Make the drive through the mountains from Murfreesboro to Knoxville.
7:30pm: Arrive at my brother's place, immediately open the cooler and demand that he shotgun a Natty with me. Call him a baby back beech until he does so. Drink one more Natty for good measure, then head down to Gus's for some dinner. Get the cheeseburger with fries, naturally.
8pm: Head back to my brother's and spend a productive Power Hour (or two) finishing off most of the cooler with him, his buddies, and assorted females. He's already been informed that he won't be attending his Friday class.
10pm: get dressed and head to a pregame in the Fort. More beers, Fireball, etc consumed here.
11pm: Leave and walk down to the Strip.
11pm-3am: Bars. Lots of bars. Little fuzzy here. Hard to say what happens for sure.
3am: Catch the Pledge Beeper Express back to the fraternity house. Let myself in and crush all the food in their kitchen. Walk back to my brother's place.
3:15am: Arrive back at my brother's, feeling much better after the food and some fresh air. Pass out on his couch, but not before pounding some ibuprofen and an entire Gatorade. I'm no amateur at this.
Friday
10am: Wake up. Feeling pretty good, thanks to my foresight from the night before. Not the case for my brother, however, who wasn't so wise. Make him shotgun another beer anyway.
10:30: PCB breakfast. Slowly recover. Conversation is not encouraged at this time. Still hurting too bad.
11am: Back at my brother's, sit around and recount stories from the evening before while watching Netflix. Drink whatever's left in the cooler, if anything. Some mid-afternoon napping is entirely appropriate here.
1pm: Feeling much better after breakfast and a nap, drive around to the various necessary stores and purchase materials to refill the cooler. More Natty & BL, Fireball, and Jack D, probably. Buy more than usual since this will be our supply for gameday as well.
2pm: Start daydrinking. Beer only at this point. We're not savages.
6pm: Comfortable buzz going now. Get dressed and go out to dinner with buddies and various women. Drink more at dinner, naturally.
8pm: Head to the fraternity house for band party (depending on the year, this might be at a bar instead). Hard to say what might happen in the next few hours here as well.
10pm: "Pour some sugar on me..."
12a: Thoroughly intoxicated. Catch a pledge ride back to my brother's. Repeat the ibuprofen-Gatorade ritual. Depending on the year, may also have a lady companion.
Saturday
8am: Wake up still pretty buzzed. Make my brother shotgun another beer and arrange a ride home for the young lady. Shower and get dressed - boots, khakis, and official gameday coach's polo. I'm ready to tailgate like a champion today.
9am: Pack cooler and walk to the fraternity house. It's a gorgeous fall day in East Tennessee and open container laws may as well not even apply. Acquire breakfast and proceed to consume the contents of the cooler. No holds barred on the liquor this time, either. Total debauchery reigns supreme during tailgating on the front porch.
11am: Fill two flasks, one of Jack, the other of Fireball, and stuff them down in boots. Will need them later, during the game. Start walking up to the stadium with my brother and thousands of other fans. Shoot the breeze with some cougars, offer them shots out of my flask. They accept. Find our way to our seats.
12pm: "It's Football Time in Tennessee!"
12pm-3pm: Watch the game. Sing Rocky Top repeatedly. Heckle opposing fans. Pound the concession stand drinks that I've poured multiple shots of booze into. Get loud as hell on defensive 3rd downs.
3pm: Tennessee wins on a last-second FG, our first Top 10 win in years. Point and laugh at Sad Spurrier as he runs off the field. Drunkenly hug and high-five everyone in our section. Sing "I said it's great...to be...a Tennessee Vol" as we walk out of the stadium.
4pm: The Strip is alive and crawling with students and fans. Get some food and immediately resume day drinking.
7pm: Walk back to the fraternity house and pass out on a couch for a much-needed hour's nap. This is the difference between pros and kids who tap out by midnight.
8pm: Wake up and get food with brother and friends. Feeling like a million bucks after that nap.
9pm: Pregame the bars with my brother, friends, and women. Sing Rocky Top about 50 times or so. The Strip is packed. Gonna be a great night.
11pm-3am: Bars. No telling what happens here, other than me putting a real hurting on my wallet. Taunt some opposing fans who stayed for the night, then feel bad and buy them a round. Tell them we're going to beat that azz on the road next year too.
3am: Catch a pledge ride back to my brother's with young lady in tow. Party time.
Sunday
12pm: Wake up. After a weekend of vigorous abuse, my body feels like it got hit by a truck. Get cleaned up. Shower beers.
1pm: Lunch with my brother and previously mentioned young lady. Get her number and promise to catch up next time I'm in town.
2pm: Pack the bags and cooler in the car, say my goodbyes, and head for Middle Tennessee, all the while looking forward to my next weekend on Rocky Top...
4pm: Load up the cooler with copious amounts of Natural Light & Fireball. Make the drive through the mountains from Murfreesboro to Knoxville.
7:30pm: Arrive at my brother's place, immediately open the cooler and demand that he shotgun a Natty with me. Call him a baby back beech until he does so. Drink one more Natty for good measure, then head down to Gus's for some dinner. Get the cheeseburger with fries, naturally.
8pm: Head back to my brother's and spend a productive Power Hour (or two) finishing off most of the cooler with him, his buddies, and assorted females. He's already been informed that he won't be attending his Friday class.
10pm: get dressed and head to a pregame in the Fort. More beers, Fireball, etc consumed here.
11pm: Leave and walk down to the Strip.
11pm-3am: Bars. Lots of bars. Little fuzzy here. Hard to say what happens for sure.
3am: Catch the Pledge Beeper Express back to the fraternity house. Let myself in and crush all the food in their kitchen. Walk back to my brother's place.
3:15am: Arrive back at my brother's, feeling much better after the food and some fresh air. Pass out on his couch, but not before pounding some ibuprofen and an entire Gatorade. I'm no amateur at this.
Friday
10am: Wake up. Feeling pretty good, thanks to my foresight from the night before. Not the case for my brother, however, who wasn't so wise. Make him shotgun another beer anyway.
10:30: PCB breakfast. Slowly recover. Conversation is not encouraged at this time. Still hurting too bad.
11am: Back at my brother's, sit around and recount stories from the evening before while watching Netflix. Drink whatever's left in the cooler, if anything. Some mid-afternoon napping is entirely appropriate here.
1pm: Feeling much better after breakfast and a nap, drive around to the various necessary stores and purchase materials to refill the cooler. More Natty & BL, Fireball, and Jack D, probably. Buy more than usual since this will be our supply for gameday as well.
2pm: Start daydrinking. Beer only at this point. We're not savages.
6pm: Comfortable buzz going now. Get dressed and go out to dinner with buddies and various women. Drink more at dinner, naturally.
8pm: Head to the fraternity house for band party (depending on the year, this might be at a bar instead). Hard to say what might happen in the next few hours here as well.
10pm: "Pour some sugar on me..."
12a: Thoroughly intoxicated. Catch a pledge ride back to my brother's. Repeat the ibuprofen-Gatorade ritual. Depending on the year, may also have a lady companion.
Saturday
8am: Wake up still pretty buzzed. Make my brother shotgun another beer and arrange a ride home for the young lady. Shower and get dressed - boots, khakis, and official gameday coach's polo. I'm ready to tailgate like a champion today.
9am: Pack cooler and walk to the fraternity house. It's a gorgeous fall day in East Tennessee and open container laws may as well not even apply. Acquire breakfast and proceed to consume the contents of the cooler. No holds barred on the liquor this time, either. Total debauchery reigns supreme during tailgating on the front porch.
11am: Fill two flasks, one of Jack, the other of Fireball, and stuff them down in boots. Will need them later, during the game. Start walking up to the stadium with my brother and thousands of other fans. Shoot the breeze with some cougars, offer them shots out of my flask. They accept. Find our way to our seats.
12pm: "It's Football Time in Tennessee!"
12pm-3pm: Watch the game. Sing Rocky Top repeatedly. Heckle opposing fans. Pound the concession stand drinks that I've poured multiple shots of booze into. Get loud as hell on defensive 3rd downs.
3pm: Tennessee wins on a last-second FG, our first Top 10 win in years. Point and laugh at Sad Spurrier as he runs off the field. Drunkenly hug and high-five everyone in our section. Sing "I said it's great...to be...a Tennessee Vol" as we walk out of the stadium.
4pm: The Strip is alive and crawling with students and fans. Get some food and immediately resume day drinking.
7pm: Walk back to the fraternity house and pass out on a couch for a much-needed hour's nap. This is the difference between pros and kids who tap out by midnight.
8pm: Wake up and get food with brother and friends. Feeling like a million bucks after that nap.
9pm: Pregame the bars with my brother, friends, and women. Sing Rocky Top about 50 times or so. The Strip is packed. Gonna be a great night.
11pm-3am: Bars. No telling what happens here, other than me putting a real hurting on my wallet. Taunt some opposing fans who stayed for the night, then feel bad and buy them a round. Tell them we're going to beat that azz on the road next year too.
3am: Catch a pledge ride back to my brother's with young lady in tow. Party time.
Sunday
12pm: Wake up. After a weekend of vigorous abuse, my body feels like it got hit by a truck. Get cleaned up. Shower beers.
1pm: Lunch with my brother and previously mentioned young lady. Get her number and promise to catch up next time I'm in town.
2pm: Pack the bags and cooler in the car, say my goodbyes, and head for Middle Tennessee, all the while looking forward to my next weekend on Rocky Top...
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