Camper Lot Review - 2008

I can't say a whole lot more than my boy suhoski said in his post below. Good man, good summary, and damn good 30 lbs of wings. and steak. and labatts blue. and lager. and 50. and for our friend hobo, a fine can of Natty Light.

since suhoski posted eloquently below, i'll stick with pictures and some comment...

Friday: Suhoski and i drove about an hour to pick up the camper. Drove back to papa's house, giving Hobo a 20 min "cushion" on our ETA to arrive timely. he was late. very late. we were not surprised. Rolled to my family's cottage, took the boys out for a real old fashioned western new york fish fry (can't get 'em like it in central PA), and took a couple of beers down to the dock and chilled the night away.


Saturday: Up early (very early) to roll into Orchard Park. In the camper lot by 8:15 or so (only 20 or so folks in ahead of us) and got the camper set in a prime spot on the rail, overlooking Ralph Wilson Staduim Lot 2. Made friends with others parked near us pretty quickly, especially our new best friend Mike, who in exchange for letting Hobo watch the Notre Dame game on his TV, was the recipient of Suhoski's accidental spillage... ah well, what are neighbors for...
Breakfast consisted of a feast fit for a king, prepared by our very own chef Papa. Chef Papa made bacon, sausage links, sausage patties, biscuits, sausage gravy (Papa likes his sausage), and eggs all washed down with a fine dose of barley and hops.

mmmmmmm, breakfast meat.

Hobo, apparently in need of a post-breakfast nap.

Papa. yes. thats a chicken wing.

Saturday consists simply of: Eat. Drink. Toss the Football until Winded (3-5 min). More Eat. More Drink. More Football. Wander the lot (now full of campers) and make friends. Repeat.

Saturday Night Entertainment: Papa and I make some friends and play the now famous game of Cans. think horseshoes. but with empties. and a make shift "goal" made of logs. and rules made up by a drunk bills fan. For the record, Pohono is UNDEFEATED. Also for the record, Hobo and Suhoski slept through the entire competition, which went a solid hour or so.

Saturday Night Entertainment II: Hobo is passed out asleep on his lawn chair. Pohono decides to test the laws of gravity and random muscle twitch, placing a solo cup (large) on hobo's head. The cup did not move for over an hour. Gravity is apparently weak. and of course, during the time, all of our neighbors in the camper lot came over to get their picture with the knucklehead with the cup on his head. and do creepy things to him while he was asleep. Mike, our neighbor, thinks this is the funniest thing he has ever seen. Papa has pictures, i will get them and post them.

Sunday: Game day - what can be said that suhoski hasn't said. Two of our other buddies (Pat LaFontaine and his bro) drove up leaving PA at 3am to enjoy the tailgate and game with us, and drove back after the game. Mad props to those guys - thats a LONG day, and i don't think either of them regret it a bit. they'll be there for the whole weekend next year, no doubt.

Nothing like celebrating a win in the camper lot with friends, ribeye steaks, another 10 lbs of wings, and a victory cigar (thanks, suhoski, for not smoking my victory cigar this year!). Oh, lets comment on the chicken wing hat. Papa got mad props for it. except for the guy who yelled down from above us when we were walking in... "Hey. You. Hey! Hemorrhoid Head! Whats that thing on your head". And the other guy that yelled "Hey, he's got a pork chop on his head".

we'll get those pics from papa and get more posted, and hopefully a little video as well...