My limited tailgating experience as a Plattsburgh grad has mostly been relegated to showing up and subsisting on the efforts of others. But add a minor past to a browser, and I’m an expert.
I was born on Bronxdale Avenue and have very vague memories of the Bronx. You see, I was ripped away at five years old and clearly remember the excitement of being in the basement of our own house in Somers, NY. Little did I know, my euphoria was misplaced.