By Dale Miller and Sean Nyilassy
Rum, mullets and 11-foot tall trucks–we’ve never felt so white. The 575 cubic inch engines resonated in our ears as we strolled into the Monster Jam. Although the stench of alcohol overpowered us, we managed to escape the labyrinth beneath the Saddledome and find our seats. Pouring our rum and cokes was a guilty pleasure… Continue reading Sunday Sunday Sunday