While absolutely nothing could ever beat the deafening roar of the crowd at a home college football game, there is something to be said about the battles on hostile territory, especially when you arrive to raise hell with 10 to 150 of your closest friends.
The roadtrip can take many forms, and each one offers its own unique (and guaranteed black-out) experience.
The classic RV trip is an eternal staple for those venturing beyond enemy lines to support their gridiron gods. RVs offer the invaluable option of a comfortable, relatively cheap method of transportation that can easily accommodate mid-transit keg stands. With the RV, the issue of housing is solved, as your mobile tailgating tank of debauchery can be literally taken anywhere. An obvious con for this method is the lack of showers on the go in the RV. I highly recommend you try to snag a hometown slam in your opponents town and borrow her shower. Only to save water, of course.
Another solid roadtrip method is the ever-popular charter bus expedition. By bringing nearly the entire fraternity (along with a few of our “friendliest” female guests), we literally take the entire crowd from our town, to the dreaded enemies. The obvious advantage here is strength in numbers, and if anything gets a little too rowdy it’s always nice to have an entire brotherhood on your side. Another advantage is the transferring of your hometown slams, leaving you nearly infinite options. While I personally prefer to scope out local talent, it never sucks to have a plan C.
Upon arriving to your opposing team’s town, it is very important to make your presence known immediately. Whether it be yelling “War Eagle” at a Tuscaloosa bar, a Gator chomp on the strip in Knoxville, or whatever the fuck Miami fans are doing these days (crying most likely), you have to make it your personal mission to assert your teams dominance. If there was ever a time to wear your team’s colors, this is it. You are one of the few representatives of your team, and if every single opposing fan doesn’t think you’re an asshole by gametime you either aren’t drunk enough, or aren’t really a fan.
However you make your roadtrips this fall, you are basically guaranteed a shitshow that you’ll be remembering for years to come. Between potential arrests, mockable hookups, and general cross-country debauchery, there are endless options that can make your roadtrip experience last.