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Doyle picks us up at 11:00. Squeeze in the car with Lindsay and her sister Michelle. Meet at Ben's. John has been up since 7:00 am and he's already got 2 Red Bulls and a Sparks coursing through his veins. Dangerous. Make it to the parking lot somewhere in Baltimore where Ben and his gang has already set up the tent and the hibachi is going. Eat a hot dog. Crack open a beer. More of Steve and Ben's friends from high school show up. Win in two straight games of washers with Mike. Eat another hot dog. Crack open another beer. Hang around the tent. Eat a sausage that no one else claims. Listen to Ben taunt every Colts fan that walks by. Eye up that black-as-charcoal bratwurst that's been on the grill for 30 minutes. Some dude from another tailgating party brings over peppers and onions and barbecue chicken. Add peppers and onions. Eat the cold chicken. More beer. Everyone cool either leaves for the game, or leaves to watch the game at a bar. We stick around and watch it on a 20" with someone holding the antenna the entire time. Finish the beers. Make it to the bar. No Way Jose's. We barely squeeze in. I'm the only guy in there not wearing a Raven's jersey. Beers. Shots. Suddenly its 2 minutes left to go and the score is only 12 to 6 - some game. Walk back to the cars. Drive to Double T Diner in Ben and Steve's home town. Tuna melt. Make it back to bens. Watch the last 8 minutes of the Eagles Saints game. Everyone loses. We win.