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BigCat Arrested at Saints Game for Reckless
Endangerment of the Public at Large
Endangerment of the Public at Large
| One of Charlotte finest slaps the cuffs on the BigCat for contributing to the deliquency of everyone. You know its a good time when the cops show up. The officers biggest concern was that he had the key to the cuffs. Didnt want to be stuck lugging the BigCat around all day. |
Perfect Days, Cousins, and the Brits
There are some mornings when you wake up and begin the day not even
contemplating how good of a day it can be. That was last Sunday. Brenda
and the BigCat started off the chili morning by docking the The Tailgating
Stage Coach (notice the new Wells Fargo reference- I guess they are the
new sponsor of BigCat Tailgating). You see the simple act of parking a
1994 extended high top Ford E150 conversion van is no easy feat. Even
in an empty parking lot. It is empty at 8:35am on Sunday morning. You
see, Brenda requires a precise placement. This is to ensure proper
location of the Witter Shitter, to gain the exact proximity to other vehicles,
and to ensure that the earth does not fall off its axis an create another ice
age. IT IS VERY IMPORTANT. She gets out of the Van and directs me
with the precision of a deck chief for flight operations on an aircraft
carrier. And I am a top gun fighter pilot ready to take off. Yeah –that’s a
cool image. Well actually, I take the direction more like a drunken garbage
truck driver. She offer exact hand signals. Except for the one where she
points to the ground and moves her hands in 8 inch circular counter
clockwise motion. I think that means engage the flux capacitor. But I'm not
sure. Well last Sunday I got the StageCoach docked in a single try. Well
maybe two tries, but it was a true sense of accomplishment. We high fived
and belly bumped. I then helped her off the ground. But it was the
beginning of a great day.
The tailgating crew started to filter in. Kevin and Robin and her brother,
the USMC, Zack. Thanks for serving man! Then the Winston Salem crew
with Tommy and Scott. Andi and Sean rolled in with their gang. The
Panther Blue Hurricanes started flowing. I mean flowing.. We went through
3 gallons. That’s a lot of juice. The beer just seemed colder, the sun
started to warm up and the Cajun Shrimp Boil hit its mark at the exact
time. Brenda and the BigCat offered the latest version of Dancing with the
Stars. My wife can dance but I am completely devoid of rhythm and have
feet like Fred Flintsone. We plowed through the eats and then with like
the choreographed movements of the Univ. of Texas marching band, we
broke down and packed all away all the tailgating essentials. The Toast
came at just after noon, and the we shared the Blue Elixir of Victory with the
faithful and even a few Saints fans. As they hacked and gagged, they
exclaimed “Whatdat”.
Now another great part of the day was that my cousin Laurence and his
beautiful girl friend Caitlin showed up for the festivities. Laurence enjoying
the college life at NC State. Now Laurence and I are related in most
unique way. His mother and I are double first cousins. Our mothers are
sisters and our fathers are brothers. Now don’t start the banjo music- it is
not a WVA thing going on – I was only educated in West Virginia, but we
are truly genetically similar. When my young relatives are sent to tailgate
with me, their parents should know better. I am the dark side of the family.
But they all do enjoy a trip to the dark side every now and then. So I spoke
to his mom on the cell phone just before the Toast and I told her I was
taking good care of her young son. She replied “I BET YOU ARE”. With
that he had the Panther Juice and then the two beer walk, touched the
Post, paid homage to Sam, huddled for the pregame cheer and then off to
watch the Panthers lay a complete ass kicking on the New Orleans Saints.
An absolute perfect day.
My friend Sue, her husband Steve and their two boys are loading up from
their palatial estate south of London,UK and are heading across the pond
to watch American football. There is a game in London this weekend but I
invited her here to see a real team play and to experience tailgating at its
ostentatiously American best. Their boys know American football better
than you might think. Madden 08 is a big hit in the UK and I hear the boys
know their stuff. But with the real life version of the game we add living
breathing and dancing Cheerleaders. Girls in short shorts and high boots.
Just so you know Sue, these are wholesome highly educated southern
beauty queens with the most virtuous of backgrounds. Last year Sue
hosted the BigCat at Wembly stadium for a proper game of fote’. We did
toasted the English National team with Panther Juice. On queue I insulted
the Russian national team, with my quick but ugly American wit. But the big
difference in the two events is they go and watch a game. They focus on
the game, no stats, no flashing advertising, no explosions, no flyovers, no
cheerleaders, no music, no flag boys, no stupid trivial questions on how to
save energy, no celebrity look alikes, no Mascot, no NASCAR updates, no
TV timeouts, no Frisbee catching dogs at halftime, and no tailgating. They
do like to drink beer before the game at a pub or beer garden. A lot of
beer. The game is played - they cheer, chant and sing and are more a
part of their game than we are with American football. And because the
score keeping in Fote’ is easily accomplished by someone with my limited
math skills, when they score, its more like a release than just an end zone
dance. And if your not there to see it - like you have to go to the loo, well
you might miss 50% of the action for the whole game. For us, restroom
visits are not only expected, they are accounted for… the 2 min. Warning
need I say more. So I want to prepare them that American football is about
the spectacle and frequent beer and bathroom breaks. Maybe its our short
attention span and weak bladders that drives the American game. I expect
by Sunday afternoon the Brits will look back on the day and ponder. “how
in the bloody hell did our civilized culture that we exported to the colonies
many years ago mutate into this”. CHEERS
There are some mornings when you wake up and begin the day not even
contemplating how good of a day it can be. That was last Sunday. Brenda
and the BigCat started off the chili morning by docking the The Tailgating
Stage Coach (notice the new Wells Fargo reference- I guess they are the
new sponsor of BigCat Tailgating). You see the simple act of parking a
1994 extended high top Ford E150 conversion van is no easy feat. Even
in an empty parking lot. It is empty at 8:35am on Sunday morning. You
see, Brenda requires a precise placement. This is to ensure proper
location of the Witter Shitter, to gain the exact proximity to other vehicles,
and to ensure that the earth does not fall off its axis an create another ice
age. IT IS VERY IMPORTANT. She gets out of the Van and directs me
with the precision of a deck chief for flight operations on an aircraft
carrier. And I am a top gun fighter pilot ready to take off. Yeah –that’s a
cool image. Well actually, I take the direction more like a drunken garbage
truck driver. She offer exact hand signals. Except for the one where she
points to the ground and moves her hands in 8 inch circular counter
clockwise motion. I think that means engage the flux capacitor. But I'm not
sure. Well last Sunday I got the StageCoach docked in a single try. Well
maybe two tries, but it was a true sense of accomplishment. We high fived
and belly bumped. I then helped her off the ground. But it was the
beginning of a great day.
The tailgating crew started to filter in. Kevin and Robin and her brother,
the USMC, Zack. Thanks for serving man! Then the Winston Salem crew
with Tommy and Scott. Andi and Sean rolled in with their gang. The
Panther Blue Hurricanes started flowing. I mean flowing.. We went through
3 gallons. That’s a lot of juice. The beer just seemed colder, the sun
started to warm up and the Cajun Shrimp Boil hit its mark at the exact
time. Brenda and the BigCat offered the latest version of Dancing with the
Stars. My wife can dance but I am completely devoid of rhythm and have
feet like Fred Flintsone. We plowed through the eats and then with like
the choreographed movements of the Univ. of Texas marching band, we
broke down and packed all away all the tailgating essentials. The Toast
came at just after noon, and the we shared the Blue Elixir of Victory with the
faithful and even a few Saints fans. As they hacked and gagged, they
exclaimed “Whatdat”.
Now another great part of the day was that my cousin Laurence and his
beautiful girl friend Caitlin showed up for the festivities. Laurence enjoying
the college life at NC State. Now Laurence and I are related in most
unique way. His mother and I are double first cousins. Our mothers are
sisters and our fathers are brothers. Now don’t start the banjo music- it is
not a WVA thing going on – I was only educated in West Virginia, but we
are truly genetically similar. When my young relatives are sent to tailgate
with me, their parents should know better. I am the dark side of the family.
But they all do enjoy a trip to the dark side every now and then. So I spoke
to his mom on the cell phone just before the Toast and I told her I was
taking good care of her young son. She replied “I BET YOU ARE”. With
that he had the Panther Juice and then the two beer walk, touched the
Post, paid homage to Sam, huddled for the pregame cheer and then off to
watch the Panthers lay a complete ass kicking on the New Orleans Saints.
An absolute perfect day.
My friend Sue, her husband Steve and their two boys are loading up from
their palatial estate south of London,UK and are heading across the pond
to watch American football. There is a game in London this weekend but I
invited her here to see a real team play and to experience tailgating at its
ostentatiously American best. Their boys know American football better
than you might think. Madden 08 is a big hit in the UK and I hear the boys
know their stuff. But with the real life version of the game we add living
breathing and dancing Cheerleaders. Girls in short shorts and high boots.
Just so you know Sue, these are wholesome highly educated southern
beauty queens with the most virtuous of backgrounds. Last year Sue
hosted the BigCat at Wembly stadium for a proper game of fote’. We did
toasted the English National team with Panther Juice. On queue I insulted
the Russian national team, with my quick but ugly American wit. But the big
difference in the two events is they go and watch a game. They focus on
the game, no stats, no flashing advertising, no explosions, no flyovers, no
cheerleaders, no music, no flag boys, no stupid trivial questions on how to
save energy, no celebrity look alikes, no Mascot, no NASCAR updates, no
TV timeouts, no Frisbee catching dogs at halftime, and no tailgating. They
do like to drink beer before the game at a pub or beer garden. A lot of
beer. The game is played - they cheer, chant and sing and are more a
part of their game than we are with American football. And because the
score keeping in Fote’ is easily accomplished by someone with my limited
math skills, when they score, its more like a release than just an end zone
dance. And if your not there to see it - like you have to go to the loo, well
you might miss 50% of the action for the whole game. For us, restroom
visits are not only expected, they are accounted for… the 2 min. Warning
need I say more. So I want to prepare them that American football is about
the spectacle and frequent beer and bathroom breaks. Maybe its our short
attention span and weak bladders that drives the American game. I expect
by Sunday afternoon the Brits will look back on the day and ponder. “how
in the bloody hell did our civilized culture that we exported to the colonies
many years ago mutate into this”. CHEERS
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How does the BigCat Get
these beautiful women to cup
their own breast...
The Power of the Black and
Blue Shot
these beautiful women to cup
their own breast...
The Power of the Black and
Blue Shot
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