Before the first streaks of a rosy-fingered dawn swell across the horizon, weary yet wired travelers trickle into empty parking lots, warming up for the day’s activities.
The parking lot – slowly filling to a noisy commotion – is hallowed ground, where backyard barbeque goes high-tech, memories are tossed around more than a T-Magic pass, and stories grow larger than the legendary T.O. himself.
This may be the last Great American neighborhood party, a sacred autumnal ritual where the three “F’s” – fans, family and friends – partake in the four “B’s” – bonding, boasting, brats, and beverages.
It’s Saturday, game day in Lincoln, and the total package sold as Husker mania is not complete without a tailgate party.
The art of the tailgate party became popular during the Civil War, according to historian and tailgate aficionado Stephen Linn. Picture this: 1861, Battle of Bull Run. A group of Virginian aristocrats fraternized and shared a picnic lunch of fried chicken, pheasant and ham while the Yankees and Confederates battled it out.
Somehow, the custom survived.
The College Football Hall of Fame reports partying prior to kickoff began at the first officially recognized collegiate pigskin scrimmage between Princeton and Rutgers in 1869 at College Field in Brunswick, New Jersey. Visitors arrived by horse and buggy and brought refreshments. Cold meat sandwiches, shucked oysters on the half shell, honey-laced cakes and lemonade filled the buffet table.
My, how tailgate has changed!
Now, RVs fill parking lots, Husker flag proudly waving from the rooftop, right next to the satellite dish that’s connected to a 36-inch flat screen TV. Open-air tents protect tailgaters from Augusts’ hot sun and the chill of November snow.
Games of skill, chance and stupidity are available for the competitive crowd. Others remain satisfied with conversation and camaraderie that unites this sea of red.
And the food….oh, the food. Today’s fare pummels my family’s usual tuna or spam-salad sandwiches on wheat bread, cookies and iced tea into the ground. Sorry, mom. I know you prepared those sandwiches with love, but we should have fired up the Hibachi and been tailgating trendsetters.
The 2010 Weber Tailgating Study reports that across the U.S., gourmet dishes are trouncing the basic hot dog competition. Chicken, ribs, brats and steak rank as favorites among epicurean tailgaters. Overall, 35 percent of respondents report serving adventurous party foods.
Perhaps a side of Bevo will be served in some Lincoln parking lot this Saturday.
While NU didn’t make Tailgater Monthly’s 2010 Top Ten list (Colorado and Texas did), Lincoln’s tailgate scene appears to be flourishing. Family-friendly spots like Husker Pavilion, with its carnival-like excitement, draw large crowds.
Our preferred spot is on Cassie’s deck in the Haymarket. The “F’s” gather on her deck for a round of “B’s” before kickoff.
But sometimes, I think about the parking garage at 14th and N, my childhood tailgate paradise, where a father, mother and two daughters shared tuna salad sandwiches while listening to the pre-game show and established our family’s Great American party tradition.
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