As I’m sure I noted at least 100 times now, I went home for the Green Bay Packers 27-14 victory over the Baltimore Ravens on Monday Night Football.
Before the game, we went to the tailgate party at Brett Favre’s Steakhouse – don’t worry, I got plenty of photos of myself defiling the place. Anyway, that’s where we ran into this guy – the drunkest guy in Green Bay (at least on this particular Monday night).
It was around 6 p.m. that this glassy-eyed, slurry-speech Ravens fan was walking around asking any moderately good-looking female to dance. He was rejected at least three times that I witnessed. And then, he asked my sister, who, for whatever reason indulged him.
Afterwards, he disappeared into the crowd never to be seen again. Legend has it, his cold, dead carcass is rotting near a dumpster in the parking lot of Favre’s Steakhouse and his ghost will haunt every tailgate party held there for the rest of eternity.