First, we infiltrated enemy lines by posing as FSU Law School students.
Then, we struck up a conversation with this black gentleman about some landmark cases we had been working on. We were throwing out esoteric jargon like "Defendant" and "Bailiff" and he totally believed us. Then in mid-sentence we pulled off our shirts to reveal our true colors. He was like "Damn!"
At halftime, in between taking a piss and buying another beer, we found time to pose with this high priest.
Everyone was staring at us, swearing at us and shitting on us the whole game, and I'd just point to the scoreboard and pretend that I actually had some other affiliation with Duke besides just rooting for a bunch of college kids my age with way more going for them in life.
I loved Duke growing up, which is why we didn't mind posing with this handsome young man who wanted a picture with us.
And that's about it. It was a fucking awesome time.
I got some boys coming up to Maine this weekend so I'll probably be pretty busy driving someone to the hospital or making a statement downtown. I'm working on something for Monday though so enjoy the freezing fucking cold weekend.