most of you know us pretty well (i'm sorry), but if you don't...here is a little background on the four founding members of ut-tailgaters.com. here we are, in no particular order...

Jacob (aka "The Chef", aka "Sleeping Beauty") - When Jacob dons his chef apron and hat, watch out. It's time for cooking. Don't criticize the food - it's free, and it's good. Yeah that's right, it's good. And if you happen to disagree, do NOT offer criticism to the chef, he'll knock that plate right out of your ungrateful little hands. If you can't find Jacob drinking beer at the tailgate, he's most likely inside of his truck, taking a nap. Apparently it's exhausting to be so awesome, or so he says.

Matt (aka "Coach") - Matt can be found digging through the cooler for yet another beer, or sitting in front of the television watching his beloved SEC football and chain smoking cigarettes [EDITED FOR 2008]. He's never doing anything productive. Matt's "the coach" because if you're not tailgating hard enough or if you're not making enough noise at the game, he's going to give you a "pep talk"...we're not at church; we're at a football game. If you need to chat with Matt, do so before the game. After the game, Matt's voice is gone. Definitely don't talk to Matt after a Texas loss.if you do, you're taking your life into your own hands, friend.

Nelson (aka "The Godfather") - Although he was originally the brains behind this whole tailgating idea, unfortunately Nelson is now our tailgater-in-absentia. By the time you read this, Nelson may be in Saudi Arabia , or Korea , or perhaps he's off visiting the moon. Nelson now makes it to one or two home games a year, and every time he does, it's a special occasion. He has graced us with his presence, your ass better be thankful. Nelson's always on the move. In fact, if you're expecting Nelson at the tailgate party and you can't find him, don't fret - he's just off on one of his 72-mile pre-game runs.

Edgar (aka "The Ladies Man") - Tailgating is about dedication. No one exemplifies this like Edgar, even if it means standing by the satellite dish for 3 hours trying to find a signal. One night before a tailgate, the satellite receiver was left behind in Houston. Edgar drove BACK to Houston, returning by sunrise to tailgate. This feat earned him the Tailgater of the Millennium Award. If Edgar isn't busy at the dish, he's posing for pictures with every pretty girl in the area. Seriously, how does he find them all? Visiting fans: If you're sitting anywhere nearby, Edgar will throw you off your game just before kickoff ("Give me luck, Buddha!!!")