The Montana Project comes home.

I’ve known about something for a while that I’ve kept under my hat in order not to jinx it:  our man Hoppy, star of stage and screen, is coming for the opener against Clemson to take in his first game between the hedges.

I promised the man at the time that if he ever showed up here, he’d never have to buy a beer in this state and I intend to keep up my part of the bargain.  In that spirit, I’ve invited him to my modest tailgate that day.  He’s accepted.  So what the hey, you’re invited, too.

This will be a completely ramshackle affair, befitting me and the blog.  You’re welcome to come, but bring your own consumables – and some beer for the man and his four-person group, all of whom contributed to the making of the video.

We’ll be set up somewhere in the railroad lot just up the street from the stadium (I think it’s Lot 29).  Hoppy, as you might expect of someone who’s making his first pilgrimage to the Classic City, has several stops to make, so he won’t be spending his entire day with us.  But we’ll get some sort of formal time arranged for anyone who’d like to know when to come by and meet.  In other words, there will be a follow-up post or two about this.  Basically I just wanted to get an early word out.

Hope to see some of you there.