The super secrete in the Lynchburg VIP lounge is WIKKI! But that's not meant as a slight on the rest of the Amherst ladies. When I was fortunate enough to be up there in 2013, it was like being in your living room with great friends watching your favorite football team. With really comfortable furniture, too.
Of course, I spent the entire game outside in the cold and the rain. Wikki didn't know I was that crazy fool outside screaming my darn head off. Couldn't talk by halftime. Sore throat for a week after. I probably would have just passed away if Ihad not been fortified with Wikki's, and the other ladie's, soups.
By the way, I'm outside cheering like mad, and all those buzzards I was there with were sitting inside eating all the darn food and smiling at me through the glass.
Honestly, that was absolutely about the best day of my life.