The day arrived. The sun broke through the clouds. We'd fought our way through traffic and secured the single, most excellent tailgate location. Close enough to taunt the Cheeseheads. Upwind so we wouldn't have to smell them. Steaks the size of Texas danced happily in their marinade.

And then.. and then.. um, okay, so now what do we do? Um, no table? One chair? No, we brought the... I thought *YOU* were getting the... stares from the seasoned tailgaters around us- mutters of 'Amateurs!'. The crowd began to get ugly...

And then, under the watchful eyes of two purple-clad strangers- Fire! Two Cowgirls fans stopped by and marvelled at the wisemen's warm wonder. There was much rejoicing.