Game day forecast for Lot C. Morning clouds of charcoal smoke rolling in from the north, where a man with tongs has been awake since four. Scattered showers of beer foam by eleven, followed by a strong front of team colors moving across every folding chair. Wind gusts of up to forty miles per hour from the cornhole lanes, mostly caused by trash talk. Visibility near zero around the guy wearing the giant foam hat. Kickoff conditions look perfect, though some fans will not be going in.
Every parking lot on game day sorts itself into four tribes. The Grill Commander runs the smoker like a general and will not let you near the brats. The Face Paint Fanatic has been in full team colors since Tuesday and has opinions about the offensive line. The Cornhole Shark brought custom boards and keeps score in a small notebook. The Parking Lot Lifer came for the tailgate, stayed for the tailgate, and watched the game, if at all, on a tiny television hooked to a car battery.
Answer these questions about food, rivals, pregame rituals and what happens at halftime. We will find your spot in the lot.
