The best tailgates happen when you least expect them. I remember rolling into the grass lot off Donahue at 7 AM for a noon kick against a nobody team. By 9 we were grilling sausage and trading stories with people we had never met. That is what makes the Plains special. Not the rankings, not the recruiting class numbers. It is showing up early on a Friday in June for a game that does not even matter yet and fin...