My old man and I decided to make the trip down. Many a beers were drank before the game. We met up with my cousin who had also made the trip. As we were making the walk to that sheethole they call a stadium my cousin decides to make a quick purchase at the liquor store. He asks if I want anything and I say just get me a bottle of whiskey. Halftime rolls around and he hands me my bottle. I pour half into my Pepsi and shot the rest. I drink the Pepsi like it was a bomb. My cousin looks at me weird and I'm like what you looking at me like that for? He says you will regret that. I said I can handle a shot of whiskey. He says shot? That was a half a phucking pint. Hurd scores and my old man (Karl82) (I'm the good looking beared man in his avatar) is holding me back because I just know I'm an hour away from rushing the field. The rest is history and to be honest he drove back most of the way to Charlotte like a champ. The real question is which one of you GQers is going to keep me off the field this time because the result will warrant my presence. When we win I am bringing them down. Butch is the only man that can stop me.
