Rookies Sign the Pole
The flag pole has been a marker of all who have participated in making
BigCat Tailgating an experience that is a befitting celebration of the great
game of football. All there in black and white. So make sure your mark
your place on the team and sign pole.
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The BigToast with Panther Juice
Our Toast to the Panthers has become a pretty BigEvent at each tailgate party. It is the
cullmination of the pregame activites. We pour a marvelous concocktion of of highly flamabile
flavors and into a 100 dixie cups. We also provide a lighter version of for our younger folks and
folks who choose not to float to the game. We hold the cups high 1 hour before kickoff and
celebrate good friends, good food, and good football provided by the black and blue.
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The Touching the Post
After the toast many of the tailgaters exit and touch a steel post located at the rear of the presto
grill. A strange tradition that began with the first tailgating of the modern era. AC –After Clemson.
October 6, 2002- A show down against the Arizona Cardinals. The food that day happened to be
brats and Italian sausage sandwiches. The beers were cold and the sausage was hot. My good
friend, Steve Bray was gobbling down the Sausage in large bites. Steve comes from a large
family and gobbling down the food was a survival technique. I digress. Well the large bites
appeared to be a bit much for the Kansas boy’s gullet and a piece lodged about halfway down.
Not so that he cold not breathe. But uncomfortable that he hacked and coughted for a good 20
min. Finally he expectorated the hunk. And a hunk it was. Huge. Relieved he could breathe
freely… and drink beer again. More beer and before we headed to the game Steve put the hunk
of expectorated sausage on top of the post. It it remained there for over 3 months. We would look
at the top of the post every night on our way home and the sausage stayed in place. Amazing. So
we touch the post in honor of the first tailgate and the staying power of the sausage.
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Paying Homage to Sam
We march to the stadium and to the Sam Mills Statue, the guys touch
Sams battle worn helmet and the ladies slap Sam on the butt. It is
touching the past. Keep Pounding.
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