Another Saturday, another tailgate, but this time I'm an idiot, a moron, a buffoon..... I'm a baboon..... with a friend who's a racoon sitting on a spittoon under the moon in the middle of a monsoon playing a tune with the help of a spoon .... That's kind of fun in a 3rd grade kind of way. Anywho, I'm a buffoon because I forgot the camera, but luckily Cathy brought hers.
Maybe I should complete this entire post in juvenile poetry, hmmmmmmm.......
The tailgate was setand the brats were a grilling
Chip was fondling a football,drinking a beer and just chilling.
The oldest Hoopty Crew kids had on their game gear.They were looking real tough and showing no fear.
It was only nine in the morning, barely past dawn,but Cathy and J-Rock were getting their drank on.
Matt and Rhonda Miller were our new Hoopty guests.They were sporting maroon,
but Navy and Hoo roots they were forced to confess.
Matt, Rob, and Chip just drank beer and sat
while Linda and MJ were having a chat.
Jay-man showed us his taekwondo-high-red-belt look
and we got a visit from these two who work on the yearbook. (Matt and Karen?)
Sheryl had a drink to cure all her ills
Bob and (I can't remember your name) were checking out my woodworking skills.
Brandon brought Donna, the kids loved her soccer moves and soccer twirls.Hey man, I thought zimas were only for wahoos and girls.
Midshipmen and wahoos came to love our dear team.Tell everyone we're first and give them a scream.
It was obvious to allthis was a key play.
So the key shaking started
by Sophie and Jay.
Now Jay, here's a few words of advice for your lifeShe's ignoring you and your screaming
It's good training for when you have your own wife.
So Sheryl begins to ponder as the game draws nigh,
How can you not love a man like Jeff with a mouthful of thigh?
Another great gameday and tailgate are doneas usual it was filled with friends having fun.
[silly poetry ends here]
