UGA vs. UAB - Sept. 16th, 2006

Another warmup match for the Dawgs. And another early game which means we all got up at the ass-crack of dawn to start the tailgating promptly at 7am.

Here, most of the crew (Adam in the background doing his damnedest to get the satellite operational after Skip and I gave up...the first time):

Sista Love Pam and Stace all smiles:

Bro and Sis (me taking another break from the satellite):

Stace and me:

Sista Love and the Christina:

Stace's shirt says it all:

Before totally throwing in the towel with the satellite, I decided I'd grab it and start pointing in all general directions while Adam would monitor the reception. Pretty much the most inefficient way to figure out where to pick up the signal, but Skippy's ROTC training and my Webelo Scout skills failed earlier with trying to work the compass to point it in the right direction, at the right elevation, and with the right tilt we were getting from the satellite setup instructions. It worked.

Now, before all this, there was a little land dispute. As you can see, we setup shop at the end of a row in a parking lot. Enough room for one tent. What we didn't know was that we were going to get a neighbor hell-bent on not losing his favorite spot. Keep in mind, Skip was there before 7am to lay claim. This guy rolls up 8:30ish, begins to unload his equipment next to our tent. So far so good. There was enough room for a temporary staging area. We didn't even fuss when he started assembling his tent. We did ask for an explanation as to where he was tailgating for the day once he started literally standing in front of our satellite as we were setting it up and said we could move it if we had a problem with him standing in front of it. Adam approached the man ever so calmly and asked if he needed help moving his equipment to one of the wide open, green spaces adjacent to ours. He was not budging and told us we couldn't just claim the entire "island" to ourselves. Agreed. If the island was Puerto Rico. He also made a point to let us know his son or son-in-law was with the campus police and he could remind us of what the rules were. We all smirked. It was if he had just said, "I'll call the law on yuns!" At this point, we didn't want to spend anymore time making ourselves dumber talking to him, so Adam finished it up with a "enjoy the game." Here's the land our neighbor was clinging to:

His wife partying it up. Off the chain, baby:

Here's Pam and her "champagne:"

And finally, some shots of the Redcoats.

Drumline leading the Redcoats to the field for the pre-game show:

The Arches:

All in all, a great weekend. UAB really didn't pose a threat.