#22: Where can a Tiger Fan get some meth at?

October 30th, 2010.  The mighty Tigers of Missouri were making their way to town to take on our beloved Huskers a week after beating the #1 team in the country.  More importantly, Brad Whitman was in town for some liver abuse.

Friday the 29th happened to be a fantastic night with Jay Novotny and Adam Harris joining us for a rousing game of chandeliers and fuzzy memories.  But the real fun was going to come the next day.  I'm not a rookie at trolling other fan bases, nor am I particularly good about not pissing off their fans.  So with this game on Halloween there was only one thing to do, go hard on both of those issues.

The day had come, Husker nation was excited to take on the #6 Tigers, and I was ready for my greatest football troll in, well, a month or so.

Yep, that's the ticket.  Cowboy boots, sweat pants that said "Volleyball" on the back, a faded tigers shirt, a cut off jean vest, hillbilly teeth, a mullet wig, terrible beard, and trashy old Tiger hat.  IT WAS GO TIME.

Needless to say most people we saw downtown were loving this shit.  Missouri fans were absolutely furious.  This is one Tiger fans recap of his experience in Lincoln:

This was my first ever trip to Lincoln and so help me God, it will be my last. My buddy and I got there at about 11 and tailgated for a while in the lot at 17th and P. I heard the random f*** Mizzou's; I was expecting that. What I didn't expect was when we were walking to the stadium, to be followed by some a**hole dressed in cut-off jean shorts, a sleeveless denim jacket, an obvious intentionally soiled MU hat, and torn up MU shirt, sporting a mullet, bubba teeth, and a raggedy beard. We were tailed to the stadium almost our entire walk by this moron, who asked us questions like (in an over-exaggerated hillbilly accent) "Hey brother, ya want ta go cook up some meth?" or "Want ta come to ma tailgate? Got some fried squirrel." Those are just a couple of examples. Once in the stadium, it took us about half an hour waiting to go through a tiny corridor to reach our section. Honestly, had I known where what seats we were waiting for, I might have turned around and went to a bar to watch the game. There is no way in hell I would have paid 75 bucks for those things. We were in the top row of the lower section, with half the cut from our view by the overhang from the upper deck and the area between the 40 yard lines blocked completely by a huge freaking pillar about 5 rows in front of us. Horrible, horrible experience.

Yep, getting the job done.  The game, as we all know, was fantastic.

The fun continued to 'O' Street.  I kept the gig up for quite some time until it put my personal safety at risk.  After asking the wrong group of liquored up Tiger Fans if they knew where the meth was I was chased out of the bar by three large men.  After words Mike Palmer and I learned that "PER CAPITA", Nebraska has more meth issues than Missouri.  PER CAPITA MIKE!


Lucky for us another group of friendly Missouri fans broke up the fight so we invited them to after hours.  Fun was had by all, and when Ben Gilmore got tired of waiting for the cab home he drove us at 4am.  Another great success.

Sorry that one was a little bit shorter than usual.  Still waiting for some more stories from you guys!