Three years ago I pulled into the grass lot off Donahue Drive at 6 AM with a broken cooler and. We set up under that old oak tree by the Agri Center and within an hour had three tents and. That is what Auburn tailgating is about. It is not about fancy setups or corporate tents. It is about the guy next to you handing you a plate of sausage dip he made from his grandmother's recipe. I remember this one time the wind kicked up and sent our canopy flying into somebody's Ford F-150. We chased it down laughing while some guy in a full seersucker suit yelled at us from across the row. By the end of the day we were all sharing his bourbon and grillig burgers for his family. You do not get that at other places. You do not get strangers becoming family by halftime. We lost that game. Do not even ask me which one because I have blocked it out. But I still remember sitting on those camp chairs at 1 AM staring at the coals burning down and nobody wanting to leave. That is the thing about our gameday tradition. The score does not even matter when you are surrounded by people who get it. We will be right back there this fall doing it all over again. Some things never change and thank goodness for that.