The very first real tailgate with the Hokie Hoopty (last year's miami game was with the pre-pimped Hoopty) took place this past weekend for the Cincinnati game. There was some last minute work to be completed Friday night. Here Colette gets the back window ready for its Virginia Tech sticker.
Nine of us made the early morning trip from Lynchburg to Blacksburg Saturday morning. Sophie secured the only bench seat with a seat belt.
She somehow convinced her Aunt Cathy to pass the time with some cards. I think they work better if you look at the side with the numbers.
Jeanell, Steve, and Colette mug for the camera while Brandon concentrates on a photo album of previous tailgates and general debauchery.
Ellen and Rob seem suprisingly happy despite Robs sour stomach or some other mysterious illness that, as usual, results in strange abdominal noises and the constant threat of explosion.
Happy driver at 65mph - I guess I should concentrate on the road.
Let the tailgating begin. Note that most of the pictures are from the post-game tailgate. We were too excited and forgot to take pictures from the early tailgate.

The matching chairs certainly looked nice and the table/chair cart performed flawlessly. Those stainless coolers kept food and beverages nice and frosty.
The photo album gets passed around.
Lance, Cathy, Steve, and Colette enjoying some those chips and dip. Oh yeah, and a beer too.
Cathy was quite animated in this particular discussion. Either that or she was about to smack me.
Brandon, a friend that works with Jeanell at the restaurant, was enthralled with Cathy's soliloquy. Let it be known that Brandon is one chatty guy. We couldn't get him to shut up the whole day. He must have dropped at least 10 or 12 words.
Janet is also listening intently but it seems like she isn't really believing whatever Cathy is saying.
I think Cathy has Colette and Steve either confused or just plain scared.
Why does she look annoyed?
Standard Ellen and Rob pose.
Grillmaster Chip wielding his tool of choice.
Dude, are those burgers done or are you trying to make us sick? Our second grill failed miserably but Chip's ol' faithful bailed us out. One grill is definitely not big enough for 12 or 14 people. I'm still working on the super-grill. Hopefully it will be ready to cook for the Ga Tech game.
Family friend (that seems the simplest way to explain a girlfriend- in- law- twice- removed- by- marriage) Jilian dropped by with her friend Jill and they took part in our post-game tailgate. Sorry I don't have a better picture - the only other one I have shows Jilian shoving some seven layer dip in her face and I figured I should keep that out of public view.
The Hokie Hoopty tailgate isn't all just hedonistic fun. Here's our charity table for Hospice. I hope to add a seperate page to explain what this is all about so keep your eyes open.
Sophie had to be indoctrinated in the details of proper tailgating and tossing football is a key activity. She's a leader so she opted to direct the offense.
Look at that arm! Look at that form! That's a Mike Vick-like frozen rope.
Aaaaah, but alas, throwing football isn't the only tailgating activity. Here Sophie takes part in the age old tradition of waiting on a blue room to open up. Nobody likes "ocupado" when nature is calling.
So, the first Hoopty tailgate was a definite success! A good time was had by all and the win over Cincy ensures that there is no bad Hoopty juju. The loss to Miami last year was not, in any way, tied to the presence of the Hoopty. Whew, now everyone can go back to believing their lucky hat, lucky shirt, lucky drawers, lucky stuffed hand-glove-thing (brandon), or lucky socks are directly tied to the abililty of the Hokies to win.

post-script: Please note the matching shirts! With lots of help from High Peak Sportwear in Lynchburg we have official Hokie Hoopty t-shirts. They're a very nice touch for our olympic synchronized tailgating team. Heck, we even got Janet to wear Hokie colors for about the first time ever. I'll get better pictures of the shirts at the Ga Tech game. A big thanks to Ralph and High Peak for making us look much better than we actually are.






























