by paul - March 24th, 2011
So have you ever used portable canopies? I used to think they were pretty useless and bulky to carry around, but I (obviously) don’t anymore. I think it’s interesting, and I think you will too.
Now this is the story all about how my life got flip turned upside down. I’d like to take a minute just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel — wait a minute. Wrong story. I’ll save that one for another time. The story I wanted to tell you about all started on a dark and stormy night, deep in the woods of Mississippi. I was sitting in my truck next to my buddy Josh, when he said the words I’ll never forget: “Hey, want to go to the USM game with me tomorrow?”
So I did, it was pretty cool. I’m a big Southern Mississippi fan (I was actually in the stadium when they beat Nebraska AT Nebraska!). Anyways, we were in the parking lot outside of the Rock tailgating before the game, when all of a sudden a late August rain shower starts. Now seeing as how me and my buddy Josh are both real men, we didn’t do any of that namby pamby stuff that some guys do, you know, like check the weather before the game. So I started cussing like a sailor in an attempt to keep the water off of the hotdogs and hamburgers that were just getting to that perfect color, only to turn and see josh pulling a bag out of the back of his SUV. He pulls a caravan canopy from the bag and I’m thinking to myself that he’s an idiot because by the time we get that sucker set up, everything will be ruined. Well let me tell you, that was the only time I’ve ever been glad to be wrong (I haven’t had much practice at being wrong, after all). Before you could even say “olemissisahasbeenschoolthathasn’tdoneanythingsinceintegrationbecausethey-havearacisttraditionandtheirentirestudentbodyconsistsofnothingbut-spoiledchildrenandcovertagentsofthekkk,” we had the pop up canopies set up! Just that quick! With shelter above us, the hotdogs and hamburgers were saved and we kicked back in our chairs, chilling out maxing relaxing all cool while shooting some b-ball outside of sch–wait, wrong story again. Anyways, my point is that those things are the bomb diggity. In fact, I went ahead and bought some custom canopies the next week, and leave one stashed in my truck storage cab. Just in case.