There are some sporting events that absolutely transcend frattiness. They are so implicitly frat that their very frat aura causes a high, painful ringing sound in the ears of douchebags within a 500 mile radius. Above just about all others, the two sporting events that come to mind when thinking about this category are the Masters and The Kentucky Derby. We just got done with one, and now the other is upon us.
If you have a chance to go to The Derby, you have a chance to, in one day, take your fratitude up several levels if you play your cards right. The dress, the fratmosphere, the mint juleps, the gambling…everything that a fratdaddy could want is there.
And for you sorostitutes, there is no better way to show your class and charm than to put on one of those huge ass hats and showing the world why you are MRS material.
It’s events like these that separate the truly fratty from the douches in frat clothing. There can be no argument that when one is talking about the “Super Bowl of Frat”, the Run for the Roses has to be near the top of the list.
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