Where I Come From: Tailgating Traditions
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Every fan has their own routine before Badger games. Some people go to the same parking lot every week. Some head to the same bar on Regent Street. Others drive-in RVs and make a full weekend out of the game.
For me, my tailgating tradition started on Bowen Court, just one block south of Regent Street where I lived for two years in college. We usually had people over and I manned the grill. Brats, hot dogs, burgers and sometimes even steak were on the menu on a weekly basis.
I like to claim that I was one of the first to bring the game of "bags" to Madison. It's a Chicago game and down here we don't call it "cornhole". If you stopped by our house on Saturdays you could always find us playing bags on the sidewalk.
To be honest, our tailgating was pretty low key. We didn't have "octabongs" or anything like that (although the octabong was only a block away down Bowen when we were there).
We pretty much had just one rule: Get to the game on time. Unfortunately the rest of the students didn't follow that rule.
What are you tailgating traditions? Leave your stories below!
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Breese Terrace & Pizza Hut
As an undergrad some friends of mine lived on Breese Terrace and we would usually go over there prior to the game to drink and party. One of our friends knew the Pizza Hut vendors well and they would often give us any leftovers they had once the game ended.
Blow Cubs Blow! Blow Cubs Blow! Hey Milwaukee, what do you say? The Cubs are going to lose today.
That's pretty clutch.
I used to hate getting food after the games. People everywhere.
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Park/Mound Street - Always Late To The Game
No matter where I lived during my college years (I moved around a lot) I always would go to the football games with a group of friends from freshman year, almost entirely female. This group of Lady Badgers all lived on the same floor in the dorms F/S years, then all moved together at a big house on Park St for a year, followed by a house on Mound for the remainder of college. We always would gather together at their place, where it was a constant struggle for me and the assorted boyfriends to wrangle the group to the game on time. It wasn’t until after graduation that I grew accustomed to actually seeing a kickoff.

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