I have no words (part 5)
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The game: Patriots at Broncos The beer: Maine Mo Pale Ale The result: Fuuuuuuck The commentary: Oh hi! What’s that now? Riiight… The time to hesitate is through. Delaying longer than in between witnessed XLIX achievement and part one of its recorded reflection (though not part two, which stretched into summer) exemplifies the degree of […]
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The game: Patriots at Broncos The beer: Southern Tier Plum Noir Imperial Porter The result: Fuuuuuuck The commentary: What is loss? What is the passage of time? What is the intersection of these? I don’t know, but surely it is black. Fucking black. Nah. I’m over it and have been since before the last of […]
The game: Ravens at Patriots The beer: Great Divide Wolfgang Doppelbock Lager The result: Fuuuuuuck The commentary: In my spare time I make pizza. My daughter favors Boboli’s whole wheat crust, onto which I dump a bunch (too much!) (but so good!) of pizza sauce and cheese all over it. The sneaky part, though, is […]
The game: Patriots vs. Giants The beer: Bear Republic Big Bear Black Stout The result: Fuuuuuuck The commentary: Time is a funny thing. With time, wounds heal. With time, losses seem unimportant. With time, you’d think you could stock a secondary with personnel at all capable of stopping one stinking drive at the end of […]
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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 […]