A group of displaced Wisconsinites in Vermont yesterday prevailed on me, after 2 years of bugging, to accompany them to a sports bar in Essex Junction to watch the Packers-Vikings game. The deal was, in addition to a beer a quarter, we had to drink a shot of schnapps everytime the Packers scored. They scored a lot. I’m hung over. I’m guessing Sinner and Moronpundit may be, as well, today.
Schnapps is the work of the debbil. Too much sugar=yucky hangover.
The cheaper (and sweeter) the crap, the worse the hangover. What do heavy drinkers usually gravitate to? Vodka and Scotch. There’s a reason for that.
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That’s nothing compared to the stunned silence and shell-shocked faces here in Cincinnati. The Bengals actually won a game.
I hope you didn’t have to suffer that schnapps without a chaser!
Also, if the Wisconsinites invite you to a cheese eating contest, you’d best get some fiber in your system beforehand.
GO PACKERS!!!
That is nothing compared to the pain we are feeling in Indy right now. We expected VanderFucker to miss those kicks. Not Vinatieri.
You know, I really wish the Vikings would just decide to suck and commit to it, not taunt me with 300-yard record-setting games by Peterson only to come back the next week and suck the shit out of a dead dog’s ass.
I fucking hate it when they lose to the Packers.
Yeah, JD, bad day in Titansland yesterday, as well. I did get some mahvelous pics of the Veteran’s day stuff, tho…
Next Monday night, the Titans are in Denver. I wonder if Jeff wants to bet a house payment? ;D
HOW BOUT THEM COWBOYS!
Brett Favre is the anti-Christ.
And I thought watching the Packers was punishment in and of itself.
Having to drink schnapps everytime Brett Favre extends his arms after a score is a special kind of hell.
Having to hear “How bout them Cowboys” is a special kind of hell as well. I do not know why the NFC even bothers to play their games.
They were in a NY state of mind. They not only took Ely’s lunch money, they drove off in his car.
How ’bout them Cowboys!?!
Because you play the game to win. Hello! You play the game to win!
The NFC is fighting for the chance to get embarassed by the AFC yet again. The best teams in the NFC would not likely crack the top 4 or 5 in the AFC.
One beer per quarter? That’s nothing, and I’m a girl. Well, a girl from Wisconsin.
Shoulda been a pitcher per half, anyway.