It's opening day, kids, and it's hard to capture the excitement level in words. There are old friends to see, meats and adult beverages to be enjoyed, and the hated Pats in town.

But a potentially dark cloud threatens the sunny New Jersey skies today...

When I flew home from Tulsa (#42, details to follow) Friday, the flight pattern took us directly over the Meadowlands. And that was when I was able to clearly see for the first time the spot that we have for years called our tailgating home at Giants Stadium.

And now, it is gone.

Due to various construction projects, including Xanadu and the new stadium, the parking situation is an unmitigated disaster.

Fortunately, we knew this was going to happen several months ago. So our group of shenanigan-loving fools has spent the last three months developing a plan that will ensure the 25 or so people who usually gather outside Gate B will be able to meet in a new location this morning.

This has resulted in (and I am not overstating this number) hundreds of conversations, text messages, e-mails and voicemails about The Plan. Scouting was done during a Police concert last month. Maps have been e-mailed. Cell phone numbers have been distributed. All in the interest of ensuring we can all find each other to enjoy copious amounts of cocktails and grilled meats before heading inside to watch the J-E-T-S take on the Pats.

We are not fucking around here, people.

The Professor and I are meeting at 8 a.m. and will be in the Meadowlands parking lot by 8:45. We will be carrying 138 beers.

The game starts at 1. The majority of our party will arrive around 9 a.m.

You do the math.