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Oct. 8, 2005
So here is the deal it was Monday night football. Brenda and I parked the BigCat Cruiser in the lot at 7:30am. A good strategic move to ensure we had perfect
position when the sun went down. We leaving the banking world about 3:00pm and head to the lot to begin the prep. Nobody is there, just the way we like it. But
we notice people standing around and they are trying to get their cars and trucks into the lot. But the gates wont go up to let them in and the lot attendants are
not there yet. So Im thinking this game is all about prep.
Folks start rolling into the festivities, and they keep coming and coming, and coming… and coming. They came by car, by foot, and Sean even came in on bus.
We had so many folks we ran out of plates. We had engineers (Kevin, Troy), the hottie waitresses (Robin and Katie), the college freshman (Sean and Allegria),
the bankers(Bill,John and Kathy) lots of techies(Strom, Gina, Claire, Andi, and Chris) the middle aged ( Dave and the BigCat), the Appletini tasters (Brenda and
Lori and the ancient (Earl 58 on Wed.).
All the tailgating virgins had to sign the famous pole. And there was some question as to the pole being the biggest on the lot. A challenger has sought to
unseat the BigCat. There were questions and comparisons. I offered a single explanation, after taking GPS readings and topological mapping plots of our
normal parking space(345 feet above sea level-FASL ) and the Monday Night football parking space(333 FASL) it becomes apparent that we have spotted them
12 feet. So make no mistake when we get back to the normal spot for the game with the Vikes the Pole will be the peak that others seek to climb.
Even though it was Earls birthday he gave the gifts. Earl presented us with a dancing replica of the BigCat. Complete with the Keep Pounding hammer, Mardi
Gras beads, the two beer walk cups, Panther Juice, I love Brenda on the Helmet, and the fabled lost ticket. Unlike the BigCat he dances with rhythm and sings
(on key) Are you Ready for Some Football. He is sure to be a key component of many tailgates to come. We were not sure what to name him. When my lovely
Niece Katie was about to have her first baby. I suggested they call him Beau Cepheus. She opted to go with Micheal. Good choice! So that leaves the door
open for us to use that name for this little guy. So we dubbed him BeauCeephus.
The game was classic Monday Night football. Flames and fireworks at the player introductions. Check out the pic Sean took from his phone in his 10th row
seat. A perfect night for football. Sean said Peppers didn’t seem that big… except when he went out for the pass with the goal line O. “They looked like little kids
trying to bring him down”.
Steven Davis rolled - the passing game looked sharp. Bret Farve looked lost in the 3 quarter but he is Bret Farve and it was Monday night
football. He rose like the phoenix and started hitting every mark. Keeping the butts in the seats and the blood pressure high until Chris
Gamble knocked down a pass on 4th and 3 with 1:35 left in the game.
So Cats head to the desert this weekend and tailgating is relegated to the BigCouch. We need to squash the red birds and scatter those
feathers over the dusty desert.
So here is the deal it was Monday night football. Brenda and I parked the BigCat Cruiser in the lot at 7:30am. A good strategic move to ensure we had perfect
position when the sun went down. We leaving the banking world about 3:00pm and head to the lot to begin the prep. Nobody is there, just the way we like it. But
we notice people standing around and they are trying to get their cars and trucks into the lot. But the gates wont go up to let them in and the lot attendants are
not there yet. So Im thinking this game is all about prep.
Folks start rolling into the festivities, and they keep coming and coming, and coming… and coming. They came by car, by foot, and Sean even came in on bus.
We had so many folks we ran out of plates. We had engineers (Kevin, Troy), the hottie waitresses (Robin and Katie), the college freshman (Sean and Allegria),
the bankers(Bill,John and Kathy) lots of techies(Strom, Gina, Claire, Andi, and Chris) the middle aged ( Dave and the BigCat), the Appletini tasters (Brenda and
Lori and the ancient (Earl 58 on Wed.).
All the tailgating virgins had to sign the famous pole. And there was some question as to the pole being the biggest on the lot. A challenger has sought to
unseat the BigCat. There were questions and comparisons. I offered a single explanation, after taking GPS readings and topological mapping plots of our
normal parking space(345 feet above sea level-FASL ) and the Monday Night football parking space(333 FASL) it becomes apparent that we have spotted them
12 feet. So make no mistake when we get back to the normal spot for the game with the Vikes the Pole will be the peak that others seek to climb.
Even though it was Earls birthday he gave the gifts. Earl presented us with a dancing replica of the BigCat. Complete with the Keep Pounding hammer, Mardi
Gras beads, the two beer walk cups, Panther Juice, I love Brenda on the Helmet, and the fabled lost ticket. Unlike the BigCat he dances with rhythm and sings
(on key) Are you Ready for Some Football. He is sure to be a key component of many tailgates to come. We were not sure what to name him. When my lovely
Niece Katie was about to have her first baby. I suggested they call him Beau Cepheus. She opted to go with Micheal. Good choice! So that leaves the door
open for us to use that name for this little guy. So we dubbed him BeauCeephus.
The game was classic Monday Night football. Flames and fireworks at the player introductions. Check out the pic Sean took from his phone in his 10th row
seat. A perfect night for football. Sean said Peppers didn’t seem that big… except when he went out for the pass with the goal line O. “They looked like little kids
trying to bring him down”.
Steven Davis rolled - the passing game looked sharp. Bret Farve looked lost in the 3 quarter but he is Bret Farve and it was Monday night
football. He rose like the phoenix and started hitting every mark. Keeping the butts in the seats and the blood pressure high until Chris
Gamble knocked down a pass on 4th and 3 with 1:35 left in the game.
So Cats head to the desert this weekend and tailgating is relegated to the BigCouch. We need to squash the red birds and scatter those
feathers over the dusty desert.
Sept. 28,2005
We lost to the fish… flopping floundering fish… Well they do have a pretty good D and Dolphins are not fish anyway. So it was a little
tougher than we expected. So here is how I break down the loss after reviewing the film from Clinton Ish the shutdown corner and chief
scout… Our corners need to press their wide receivers at the line. Don’t play soft cover 2. This allows us to blitz from different angles.
Maybe run some zone blitz. For the O… lets move Rod Gardner to the number 2 WR and see what he can do. The biggest thing to
remember is we are now in week 4 and that brings us to Green Bay Packers.
And we have them at our Cat house, not the “frozen tundra”. No our turf is better described by a genetically engineered grass, chemically
treated, bathed in the southern sun and expertly manicured …Carolina Red clay. A mirical of nature and agro-engineering. And did I
mention the game is on Monday night.
It is a pretty big game for both teams - a loser leave town match. If the Packers lose they not only leave town but the also will have to face
the fact that there patron saint of limburger, Bret Farve, will gracefully exit the BOFASs for the last time. Actually Farve is still Farve. He is
just surrounded by a group of guys who are so inexperienced they played last year against the Belmont Braves Pop Warner team. If the
unthinkable should happen… and we should lay an egg. The BigCat will not be eating crow, but rather, choking down lots of Wisconsin
Cheddar and will surly face an intestinal blockage on the magnitude of the Hoover Damn. Simply put we must win…. And if we don’t, the
idle playground that is my mind, will have about a month to prepare before we get to tailgate again.
It’s a big match up… like Ali –Frazier, or The Nature Boy Rick Flair and The American Dream Dusty Rhodes 1989 Starcade Championship
Match at Memorial Stadium, or Tammy Faye Baker vs the Belks Covergirl Counter associate after explaining the counter was inadequately
stocked, or the or Kevin, the Tailgating Freak, taking on a case of Miller light last Sunday, or the Garranger High student vs the Tazer gun
(ride the lightning baby). Somebody is going to loose. And its going to hurt
I believe the Power of Cheese can be repelled by the Cheese Grader… Julius Peppers. Its all a matter of how we shoot the big guns.
I know there will be lots of Cheeseheads hanging around the tailgate. As usual I will be the classic southern host and extend all the
courtesies due our mid western Farve worshiping, funny talking, ice fishing loving, invaders from the frozen tundra. Hell, Im even going to
serve them their native brats swimming in a hot tub of beer. And I will offer them the opportunity to wash it all down with the Blue Juice
Victory Elixir. Once they have had a sip, its Blue Cheese all the way.
All of Charlotte will be putting on it’s finest for the MNF crew. The BOFA tower will be lit up in blue. Tailgating will be raging. The world
famous “tallest flagpole on the lot” will be sporting a new and improved suspension system. Since it is a night game the Airline
Transportation Board sent me a letter requiring a flashing red light to be installed atop the engineering masterpiece. And at about 9:00pm
on Monday Night when Hank Jr. yells are you ready for some football. The BigCat and crew will loudly respond “hell yea, and its time to cut
the cheese.”
Keep Pounding
We lost to the fish… flopping floundering fish… Well they do have a pretty good D and Dolphins are not fish anyway. So it was a little
tougher than we expected. So here is how I break down the loss after reviewing the film from Clinton Ish the shutdown corner and chief
scout… Our corners need to press their wide receivers at the line. Don’t play soft cover 2. This allows us to blitz from different angles.
Maybe run some zone blitz. For the O… lets move Rod Gardner to the number 2 WR and see what he can do. The biggest thing to
remember is we are now in week 4 and that brings us to Green Bay Packers.
And we have them at our Cat house, not the “frozen tundra”. No our turf is better described by a genetically engineered grass, chemically
treated, bathed in the southern sun and expertly manicured …Carolina Red clay. A mirical of nature and agro-engineering. And did I
mention the game is on Monday night.
It is a pretty big game for both teams - a loser leave town match. If the Packers lose they not only leave town but the also will have to face
the fact that there patron saint of limburger, Bret Farve, will gracefully exit the BOFASs for the last time. Actually Farve is still Farve. He is
just surrounded by a group of guys who are so inexperienced they played last year against the Belmont Braves Pop Warner team. If the
unthinkable should happen… and we should lay an egg. The BigCat will not be eating crow, but rather, choking down lots of Wisconsin
Cheddar and will surly face an intestinal blockage on the magnitude of the Hoover Damn. Simply put we must win…. And if we don’t, the
idle playground that is my mind, will have about a month to prepare before we get to tailgate again.
It’s a big match up… like Ali –Frazier, or The Nature Boy Rick Flair and The American Dream Dusty Rhodes 1989 Starcade Championship
Match at Memorial Stadium, or Tammy Faye Baker vs the Belks Covergirl Counter associate after explaining the counter was inadequately
stocked, or the or Kevin, the Tailgating Freak, taking on a case of Miller light last Sunday, or the Garranger High student vs the Tazer gun
(ride the lightning baby). Somebody is going to loose. And its going to hurt
I believe the Power of Cheese can be repelled by the Cheese Grader… Julius Peppers. Its all a matter of how we shoot the big guns.
I know there will be lots of Cheeseheads hanging around the tailgate. As usual I will be the classic southern host and extend all the
courtesies due our mid western Farve worshiping, funny talking, ice fishing loving, invaders from the frozen tundra. Hell, Im even going to
serve them their native brats swimming in a hot tub of beer. And I will offer them the opportunity to wash it all down with the Blue Juice
Victory Elixir. Once they have had a sip, its Blue Cheese all the way.
All of Charlotte will be putting on it’s finest for the MNF crew. The BOFA tower will be lit up in blue. Tailgating will be raging. The world
famous “tallest flagpole on the lot” will be sporting a new and improved suspension system. Since it is a night game the Airline
Transportation Board sent me a letter requiring a flashing red light to be installed atop the engineering masterpiece. And at about 9:00pm
on Monday Night when Hank Jr. yells are you ready for some football. The BigCat and crew will loudly respond “hell yea, and its time to cut
the cheese.”
Keep Pounding
| BigCat Scoreboad |
Panthers Hold on
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| 3 |
| 2 |
| 9 |
| 2 |
| Panthers |
| Packers |
| Click on the pics to enlarge |
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