Hockey at home meant that I was 100% going to be at the football game on any weekend as a student. I miss those days. Wake up, have a few cold ones, head over to the Al and walk over to the tailgating to see if I knew anyone willing to hand out beers or shots at no cost to a college student beforehand. Then hit a pregame somewhere after the football game before heading to the Ralph.
After that you headed down town and hit the $2.50 yag bombs at Sledsters before regretting it on Sunday morning before heading to the Chester Fritz to try and get a degree.