Gameday Saturday: Sex and the city style

Football weekends are out of this world.

It starts with the alumni-filled bars on Friday night, leads into Saturday afternoon tailgates, complete with shotgunning Natty Light and dizzy-bat relays (a game consisting of chugging a beer, spinning 10 times around a bat and then attempting to hit the newly-empty can) and then four hours of non-stop cheering and one 'Hey Baby' sing along later, we head out again that night to either celebrate our win or drown the sorrows of our loss.

That's a lot of obligatory fun.

This weekend, my roomies and I were feeling the pressure of yet another marathon party weekend. After the stress of our school weeks, all we wanted to do was crawl under our covers, watch a movie and relax. But at Penn State, not going out on a football weekend is the equivalent of volunteering for social leperdom.

So we decided to take the events of football Saturday into our own hands. We'd still go out, we'd still tailgate— but we would do it our way. The result? Gameday Saturday: Sex and the City style.

We threw our own tailgate, complete with hoagies, chips, veggies and dip. We bought Miller Light instead of Natty and even had vodka and tonic on supply. We brought chairs for the three of us and blankets in case we got cold. All in all, it was a pretty classy soiree.

Compared to the tailgates next to us, we probably looked pretty lame. While others had crowds of guys and girls, standing on the backs of trucks or crowding around tables of food, our tailgate consisted of the three of us, sitting in our lawn chairs, gabbing and gnashing. Those who did visit were also mostly female, which only added to the slumber party like feel of the afternoon.

Other tailgates had beer pong games. We brought Scattergories.

Other girls ran around in mid-drift jerseys, their jeans covered in "I'm Naughty, Spank Me" stickers. We wore t-shirts and jeans, a hello-kitty blanket draped over our legs.

We didn't go big, but we didn't go home either. We just kicked back with good food and good compay, which is what weekends should be about. And for a team like Youngstown State, it was just the right amount of fun. We'll save the real drunken debauchery for Michigan.