The tailgating scene was deader than our football team's chances of a bowl game. Standard crew on a chilly day in late October. Still wouldn't trade it for anything.
Chilly 2 year old in a Yak Hat.
Did have a gent stop by in the middle of reliving his glory years of playing trombone for the Marching Illini. Ahhhh Homecoming. He was kind enough to let the kids contaminate his horn.
The product on the field is miserable. Better writers than me have provided full autopsy of this team, so I'll just simply say that I miss the excitement, the buzz, the electricity of both the tailgating and the football when this team is good (or even mediocre). For better or for worse, I am an absolute die hard and its tough to get up early and wrangle the family down there for these.
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