The Casual Redskins Fan or Do You Even Tailgate, Bro?
Exhibit A: Both pictures were taken in their respective tailgate lots around 9AM EST
Cleveland Browns fans line up around 4am (or earlier) to grab a parking spot in the Muni Lot to tailgate regardless of the opponent. Washington Redskins fans don't give a shit about the Browns so they show up whenever. Good for us.
Flags were planted; the Browns fans owned the RedZone tailgate lot.
Grilled pineapple and pork chop sliders... this is how we do.
We decided to take a walkabout in hopes of finding some tailgating Redskins fans. What we found was quite possibly the youngest Browns fan to date who probably woke up earlier than half of the adult Redskins fans just to get to the parking lot.
Eventually we found some adults hanging out, but it lacked something to be desired.
Here is the crew (from left to right: Jonny Law, Vickers, Papa C, Yours Truly, and the (soon-to-be) Cavanaugh couple.
The Redskins have a lot going for them. They have a killer band...
..and they have an inflatable helmet (read: cheerleaders).
Browns fans were everywhere though. Even this guy who was wearing a repurposed, autographed Trent Richardson jersey.
My final take: All day we were 'boo'ed by one 10-year old boy and that was the worst of it. I'd like to thank the parents of that child for raising them properly. I get it; the Browns aren't in your Division or even in your conference PLUS they have a less than stellar record. None of that matters. If an opposing team's fan walks into your house, you don't just nod your head and say 'hi', you get in his/her face and you let them know that they are not welcome! (playfully, mind you.) We got a lot of questionable looks as though the fans weren't sure why we were there or if they were seeing things, but we walked through completely unscathed. My biggest question though? Who built this stadium with an obstruction for every seat?!
A special shout out goes to The Browns Brothers who weren't able to make the trip. I had a cigar and a Miller Lite in your absence.
Stay tuned as we we head back to Cleveland for Tom Brady's Coming Out Party or The Great New England Clam Bake.
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This post is dedicated to Francesco "Frank" Loforte who took his own life today at the ripe old age of 77. He came from the old country and brought along a recipe for the best damn pizza available on the Eastern shore of Maryland. I learned a lot from him (in particular, Italian curse words) and even though he thought I was into men and never understood why I requested time off to travel, he meant well. It took me nine months to do so, but before I left the pizza shop, I made him finally realize that I wasn't a "lazy Americano".
R.I.P. Frank





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