rollin with my psu homies, part 2

The trip to Tuscaloosa last year (and dear lord, it's been a year) was quite possibly one of the top 10 favorites of my life.  This year it's a rematch on all accounts when the Tide lands itself on Lion territory and the happiest place on earth. I'm not sure about the performance on the field... but I'm damn certain about the performance on the IM fields.  Those Southern folk are about to see how Yankees throw a tailgate. 


No flood warnings or closed roads are going to stop this stampede of Nittany Lion alums headed back.  Here's what I'm looking forward to...





Passing by the old sorority floor in Haller Hall and realizing I'm too scared to approach and find out just how not cool I am anymore. Or worse. Realizing my sorority isn't cool anymore.

Scanning my ID at Mad Mex on the first Friday up and witnessing the train wreck photo from the last time I was there pop up. That can't be good for anyone.  

Wondering where the cool kids hang now a days ... and if the stripper from my 21st birthday is still working the door.

9 a.m. tailgates. Sweet tea vodka. PSU vs. Bama flip cup.

Making these guys' jobs easy.

Old people pretending they still have what it takes.

Being all over late night pepperoni rolls from Gumby's.

This.

and this.

We ARE ...


-HMOH