Tailgaters Sports Bar and Grill

That Marlin on the wall is Richard. Let's call him Dick for short. One day out on the ocean Dick was riding the surf behind the boat and decided to come aboard for a couple of beers. When the boat trip was over Dick was insistent about coming home with me so we threw him in the truck and away we went. After getting back home and getting Dick settled in we noticed he was a bit rowdy around the house. Coming home to no beer in the fridge and a trail of mini snickers leading to where ever we found him passed out, typically a half finished cigarette in his mouth. After about a month of this nonsense my wife was fed up with Dick so I had to get him a home of his own. Somewhere he can drink beer, shoot some pool, enjoy a cigarette, and watch the game with his buddies. Come on in and have a drink with the old salty bastard himself!