Festmeister Chris did an outstanding job of procuring some of the best sauerbraten ever and spaetzle from his man at Bahr's restaurant, while the Burks came through with some great kielbasa/sauerkraut and the Polish powerhouses came through with harvest rice and potato pancakes. Throw in some awesome Mueller's glazed crumb cake and TONS of desserts and we were well-fed.
Translation: BREP will not
be sharing in 50-50 winnings
And the tailgate wouldn't have been complete without coming nowhere close to hitting the 50-50.
b. trying to locate other board
c. crop-dusting son Ryan (in background)
after kraut, processed meats and
d. imitating his new grandson
making boom boom in pants
Of course it wasn't the same without our spiritual leader BREP, who was in the process of recovering from a gnarly case of bronchitis but used his time well by stalking Red Panda and trying to find a Groupon to get her to perform at our final home-game tailgate at a discounted rate.
We were also on a bye week for Roxx Armada, though our next gathering may feature some of the band's deep cuts, including a Christmas tune that might play well before our finale.
|BREP Nation welcomes|
Lauren and Rob (seen here
admiring the Buffalo Trace)
|Glenn & Frank discuss strategy|
|It took some sharpies, but we|
finally made the stadium board
as "Tailgaters of the Game"