I decided to gauge the pulse of Buckeye Nation tailgating on Saturday morning, by walking around and visiting as many tailgates as I could.
Problem is, I got there too early. At 8:30, there was barely a presence in the Longaberger lot* and the last thing I wanted to do was show prime tailgating real estate empty.
* I know it is called something else, but it will always be the lot outside the Longaberger Alumni House to me.
I piddled around for a while (re: took a nap) and at 10 on the dot I started my journey through tailgate land.