listen to Whitney Houston’s “I will always love you,” while sipping a glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks the Friday night before, and the Saturday morning of the game, at at the chorus say “explitive [INSERT TEAM HERE].”

It sounds odd, and way too routine, but consider that in 2005, the only time we didn’t follow this tradition was the Michigan game. Yeah – our bad.

Nothing new about the point that I got wrecked after the game downtown- but – I attempted to flag down a taxi to take me back to my buddy’s apartment, and instead flagged down a cop on College Ave, who was more than happy to give me an underage (it was sophomore year). So now after not having a ride and being too drunk to know where I was going, I somehow wandered to the lawn by the Creamery passed out. When cop #2 of my night woke me up and I already showed him that I was awarded an underage, his best solution was to cite me for public drunkeness. That was an all-timer of a great and costly evening.

The dizzy wiffle bat game is what is called The Beer Bat – here’s how it goes:

1. Fill the hollow bat up with 1 can of beer
2. Make a very small scale baseball feild with bases and feilders
3. Batter drinks entire beer from wiffle bat then spins around bat on home plate 3 times
4. Pitcher pitches empty beer can to batter – one pitch
5. Batter either strikes out or hits the ball and runs the bases not stoping until home
6. Feilders feild beer can and throw it at batter (like kickball) to get batter out

If the batter makes it to home plate with out being hit he wins…

This is a prime example of why Penn State tailgating is legendary – we come up with brilliant games that encourage binge drinking and athleticism.

When I was in school they sold them at McLanahan’s with the end already sawed off.

We really never got into doing them at the tailgates too much because they do get out of hand, we started the beer bat in Penn Towers at a party one night and we’d just do it in the hall way of the building.

I think that’s how it caught on too because everyone would come out of their apartments when they heard us chanting BEER BAT! BEER BAT! BEER BAT! And we’d just recruit those people to be some of the fielders. Then they’d end up doing a beer bat….

We got desperate one night after we ran out of beer too for this high school kid to just try one, we were like you’ve got to and we only had cheap vodka… Bad idea

Good memories… It is defintely fun and I do recommend it… but in a controlled atmosphere where you won’t annoy people or get burnt by stumbling drunk into a deep fryer.