@Jellenne All wrong answers. Average Americans who love this country and whose hearts are bursting with pride and gratitude. We're the big winners of these games
All the Europeans who didn’t travel to America for the World Cup are going to be inundated with tales of a giant, beaver-owned gas station that sells BBQ and beef jerky when their friends get home.
It’ll be like Homer singing the Odyssey at dinner parties.
“Oh Balogun is just playing for the U.S. because he couldn’t make the England squad”…Folks, that is the entire promise of our nation.
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.
And then we’ll beat your ass with them.
Europeans keep asking what American culture looks like.
Ever since the dawn of time man has sought to fill his gut with beer and food in the anticipation of watching other people exercise
We have people who voluntarily wake up at 5 a.m. to stand in a parking lot for a sporting event that doesn’t start until noon.
Some scholars suggest this is the origin of the term “pregaming”
They bring tents.
Televisions.
Generators.
Smokers.
Coolers.
Entire kitchens.
Some spend more money on their tailgating setup than they do on their first car.
Thousands of people gather in a sea of pickup trucks and recreational vehicles to grill burgers, drink copious amounts of beer, play cornhole, and debate whether a 19-year-old quarterback can save the season.
The game is almost secondary.
In some places, 100,000 people show up to watch college students play football.
And another 20,000 never even enter the stadium.
They’re just there for the tailgate.
In Buffalo they jump off buses and snow piles onto folding tables.
In Wisconsin they drink more beers than a white girl on her 21st birthday… before the game
America looked at a patch of asphalt and said:
“You know what this needs?”
A barbecue festival.
Every Saturday.
For 100 years.
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@JoshNBCTV Oh I miss him. Wouldn't bet a nickel on which way he voted. Bulldog with evasive or prevaricating guests but a teddy bear when he spoke of his boy Brian. My favorite "celebrity" of all times.