The Tailgate Patriot Crewneck

The 4th down here runs on a different clock — coolers loaded by noon, the truck pointed at the water by four, fireworks somewhere between the second and third beer. The flag's on the tailgate, the rods are rigged, and the golden's already claimed the bed like he signed the title. For the dads who measure a good holiday in tide charts, and the copilots who consider every cooler a personal invitation.