Posted by: Modern Mom | September 25, 2012

A Homecoming Birthday

Last year I spent my little bro’s birthday with him in San Francisco, which was fabulous. This year, he made us all trek three states away to Montana and his Alma Mater, University of Montana, for the Griz homecoming game. OK, so he didn’t make us, but that’s what he wanted to do. And since it was his official big three-oh, we did it. Four car-loads of us from Portland.

The main objective of his big day was to tailgate and attend the Griz game and party like he was still in college. I opted out of the last part, because, well…. I’m not in college. And I know better. But he and his friends (and dad) all got completely crazy and all sorts of drunken debauchery occurred.

I did notice something about the tailgating party as I wandered it. It was HUGE. I’ve never seen anything like it in my life. There had to be 20 acres packed full of fans in a sea of maroon partying at various RVs, buses, trucks, tents, booths, etc. It went on as far as the eye could see. Even the sober eye.

What’s funny about the tailgating party is that this wasn’t just because it was homecoming. This happens every time there is a home game. Businesses shut down. Everyone in town dons their Griz attire and comes out to the party. Even if they are not one of the 30,000 fans that go into the game. When they say “Griz Nation”, they really mean it.

I am from a college town. The rival college town, in fact. This never happened there. Never. Nobody, well hardly anybody, shut their business down to go tailgate or attend the game. The whole town didn’t up and drop what they were doing, reschedule their lives, and get to the game. This is a whole different culture.

Anyway, I digress. Here are some photos of the silliness that occurred on said birthday at the Griz game.

The bus we spent most of our tailgating time at.

Inside the bus. Completely customized to be Grizzed Out.

Marching band making their way through the crowded streets.

My mom waving from the sea of maroon.

The crew. PRE-game and semi-sober.

Then all the “kids” went into the game and left my mother, her friend, and my uncle to wander the slightly less full tailgating areas. We made some interesting discoveries as we wandered.

What would tailgating in Montana be without a teepee?

And don’t forget to bring your giant gourd. What better place to show it off? It’s Montana, after all.

Then it was half time and the people poured out of the stadium once again to do some more tailgating. I’ve decided “tailgating” is just a fancy word for getting plastered and cheering on your team.

The birthday boy, his BFF Kasi, and Dad.

Further debauchery. He’s going to kill me for posting this, but he’s the one who posed for it to begin with. So there.

Don’t forget to catch your bus after the game for additional partying and debauchery! These buses were all lined up to take game patrons to the hottest local fan bars after the game. Each bus had the name of a local hot spot on it. Safety first!

So, a good birthday for Matt overall, except that the Griz lost. Bummer. Oh well, Happy Birthday Matt!

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