Every week, football players must deal with the aftermath of a game. Whether it’s a disappointing defeat, a freak injury or a poor performance on the field, these players must suck it up and prepare their minds and bodies for the next opponent.
As fans, we may not have to worry about breaking a collarbone or making a mistake that eliminates our team the playoffs, but we do have to deal with the the aftermath if our tailgating party doesn’t go as planned. I remember one such incident.
It was 2005 and the New England Patriots were playing the Carolina Panthers in Super Bowl XXVIII. Although our beloved Houston Texans failed to make it to the big game, we were excited because the Super Bowl was being held in our hometown – Houston, TX.
My friend, Matt, planned a great party at his house and invited everyone over to watch the game. I liked that we were able to bring our families to the party. I had a 3-year old and a 1-year old and I didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of leaving my wife at home with two little kids while I went off to watch football.
While we watched the game, we feasted on some delicious BBQ ribs, sausages and brisket. The meat was tender and juicy. The sauce was the perfect combination of tangy, spicy, and sweet. We were in meat nirvana.
“Matt, where did you get this food?” I asked. “It is awesome.”
“I got it at some little hole in the wall place on the North side of town,” he said. “If I were you, I wouldn’t go there at night.”
After hearing this description, I should have been smart and discontinued my meat-fest. But a man connect think clearly when football and ribs are involved so I continued eating (I have even have started grunting and dragging my knuckles on the floor).
Later that night, I started to feel a little woozy. My stomach started bubbling and I knew that I needed to get to the bathroom immediately. I’ll spare you the details because the next few hours were not pretty. I was so disappointed. How could meat do this to me? I thought we were friends.
It turned out that everyone at the party got a bad case of food-poisoning. Matt was mortified and extremely apologetic. I assured him that every thing was okay.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “At least no one will EVER forget this party.”
Question: Have you ever had to deal with the aftermath of a tailgating party gone awry?