For the last 10 years or so, I’ve been fortunate to be part of a regular tailgate party in Columbus, with my family and the best friends I have anywhere.
As you guys know, Ohio State football and the associated parties are a huge part of our lives every fall, and it takes a lot for us to skip a home game, because we’re missing much more than a game when we blow one off. We’ve seen some unbelievable college football, but we’ve also spent hours with friends, eating and drinking very well, thank you. And our involvement means my folks can celebrate the games the way they want to, with a minimal amount of hassle for them; I mean, while my dad is still perfectly capable of loading up the truck for the party at 5 a.m. on a Saturday morning, I’m pretty sure he’s even happier to let me do it instead.
We’ve become pretty good that this stuff over the years as well, whether we’re talking about the food we cook or the tricks we’ve finagled to make things a little easier (if you’ve seen the patented Pound Tailgating Grills in action at one of the Bucco Tailgates, you know what I’m talking about). And while I’ve never hesitated to talk about some of that stuff here, I’ve also never wanted to turn Uncle Crappy into a full-blast college football blog (no matter what it may seem like from August through January). And for a couple years, I’ve kicked around the notion of starting a blog that would more thoroughly examine that part of my life.
And two days ago, I pulled the trigger. Say hello to killernutstailgating.com.
We’re going to talk about football over there, sure. But you’ll also read about the details of what we’re eating, what we’re drinking and how we put it all together. And I’m hopeful that it won’t just be me doing all the talking; I’m inviting any and all of our regulars — Mrs. Crappy, my folks, Fred and Ethel, the Coochie Doctor and Matlock and, of course, Juan — to participate, so I’m sure you’ll hear from them as well.
In short — if you want a lot of college football-related stuff, you’ll want to check it out.
But Uncle Crappy, you say — does that mean you’ll finally stop talking about college football over here?
Heh. I’d think you people would know better than that by now.