The game: Patriots at Bills The beer: Southern Tier Warlock Imperial Stout The result: Win, 41–25; Broncos win, 27–19 The commentary: I have had enough of rooting for leading AFC rivals in order to advance week to week in the knockout pool. The Steelers and their injured rapist cost me twenty-five units a couple of […]
There are forty-eight planets and moons in our solar system and one hundred ninety-five visible stars in the universe. And there it is. Longtime readers (!) tripped up by last year’s abbreviated playlist, tallying “only” thirty-six songs at a brisk two and three-quarter hours—and down almost three thousand words from 2014—will surely find comfort in […]
The beer: Sierra Nevada Pale Ale The commentary: G. and I relived last year’s agenda and visited Foxborough the first Saturday of training camp, bringing along my father this time. It was more of the same: minimal football viewing, excessive scampering, one diaper change and a lot of fun. She even wore the same dress—sign […]
The beer: Founders Porter The commentary: Last year at this time (I am not providing the link) I had a Berkshire Shabadoo all set to go for a second playoff contest that didn’t happen. Never again, I vowed… until I was shopping for tonight’s beer at Kappy’s this morning and couldn’t decide between options A […]
The game: Jets at Patriots The beer: Cody Unz Ya Altbier The result: Fuuuuuuck The commentary: I know nothing about football. Spending a week away from the game is a good way to deal with the end of your team’s season. I don’t know what I would have done without the Golden Globes—A. was all […]
The game: Patriots at Bears The beer: Rogue Dead Guy Ale The result: Win, 36–3 The commentary: A. and I went up to Maine over the weekend and I came home with a bunch of beer. One of them was the Dead Guy Ale, something I can find anywhere but that I couldn’t resist because […]
Have you ever unsubscribed to a magazine… without success? It’s quite an adventure. My Newsweek subscription was set to run out a month or so ago and I did originally return the re-subscription mailer like a good always-two-or-three-issues-behind reader. But before I sent in payment, the magazine was sold to some old dude for $1. […]
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