Sunday was football weather. Cool morning, hint of fall. Walking down the street with a dawdling dog beside me I wanted to go deep. But nobody had a football. This was at 6:15 a.m.
Early scouting report on Tampa Bay fans: They're slow. Was walking down Mint St. when three buses of them began to unload in front of me. They made the dog look energetic. They crawled down the sidewalk. I can't do that.
Interesting, the different tailgating techniques Panther fans have. I show up about 10:30 a.m. and walk around until I run into somebody I know, and I always run into somebody I know. Fans are always in a good mood before the game begins. They're nervous, worried about what they're going to see. But when they eat their chicken, ribs and wings, drink their beer, wine and water, and laugh and joke with friends, the nerves are put on hold.
I tailgate like a spectator. I don't drink the drinks because I'm working, and I rarely eat the food. But I still enjoy the experience. I like the enthusiasm. Great way to ease into the day.