Beer, Wings, Football

Ever wondered why the combination of beer, wings and football seem to be one of those concoctions that somehow have something so much in common yet are on different ends of the spectrum? Ever curious why the three of these things, when mixed together, give us the warm and fuzzies inside? It is a mystery that is too deep even for me to answer and could spend days writing about the conspiracy theories. But just know that these three things, when ingested in small, moderate or massive quantities will more often than not bring a smile to your face and have you craving for more the following week.
My wife was so gracious as to let last Thursday, the first day of College Football in 2011, be MY DAY. When I woke up and made my way to work, I was as giddy as a little schoolgirl. Riding the bus into downtown Louisville I simply couldn’t stop my mind from drifting back to the ice cold beer, spicy wings and exciting football I was about to endure a mere 10 hours away. That workday had to be one of the toughest to get through, as these three entities continued to call my name as the day trudged on. My beloved Cardinals were set to kickoff the first game for all of college football at 6pm, and when the clock struck 4:30, I played a bit of hooky and blasted out of the building faster than the Coyote chasing the Road Runner on Looney Tunes. To make a long story short for my journey home, I’m sure my wife could tell you I made probably the fastest time in my life when I managed to catch the right bus, gas up the car, grab beer from the grocery store, picked up her side salad from Old Chicago and, finally, snatched the wings from Buffalo Wild Wings. I made all of these rounds and stepped foot in the living room about 10 minutes after 6pm. And from there, the rest was history. I slammed down my savory, spicy boneless chicken wings with each bite dipped in ranch dressing and washed down with a significant gulp of Bud Select. All of this fun in my mouth while my eyes fixated on our 50 inch plasma TV. Even though the wings didn’t last long, the next several savory brews continued to wash away the steam that had been left by my choice of wing sauce. The next 2 hours and 30 minutes were like a man’s living room utopia. Won’t you join me this weekend? Thought so…