A.J. Edds plays for God's team.
Being that this was my first real road trip to a Big 10 stadium that wasn't Kinnick ( I think we can all agree Minnesota doesn't count), I knew that the weekend was worth reviewing in every aspect. So, we'll start with the most important part: tailgating.
...Or lack, thereof. I knew we weren't in Iowa City when some friends of friends from Madison asked us what time we wanted to wake up.
"So, uh, what time do you guys wanna get up? Sometime around 9, get to the stadium around 9:45. Sound good?"
Actually, that didn't work for us. Sorry. We expressed our disinterest in their plan by cracking some fan cans at their breakfast. Social norms were chucked out the window that morning. Anyway, we arrived by the stadium at 8:30 am, only to find a barren wasteland of tailgating. Sure, there are some spots of diehards, fraternity row, and some bars near the stadium. It was clear, however, that Wisconsin tailgating doesn't even come close to Iowa City's. We're on a different level, get used to it. Tailgating Grade: D