That hat makes the man. Or possibly the tongs. Or possibly it’s simply the joie de vivre that leads one to invite one’s friends to a stadium parking lot on a blustery Saturday afternoon for a pre-game tailgate party. Never mind that none of us had station wagons or pickup trucks, so we really didn’t have a tailgate. Or that the University of New Mexico football squad has a less than stellar skill set. Whatever, we had Miguel’s barbecue skills, and that was all that mattered Saturday afternoon. And Miguel was safe, with that spectacular hat.
There was apparently an unfortunate incident before I arrived involving The Man and a prohibited glass container and a certain prominent Albuquerque citizen whose name you might recognize.
Some us then actually went to the (American) football game, which our Lobos (“Everyone’s a Lobo, woof woof woof.”) lost in dramatic fashion. It was the first football game I have attended in more than two decades. I enjoyed myself immensely.