This time of year, many of my fellow Yanks are very into sports. Or more to the point - watching sports. The Super Bowl is a few days away. The NBA is in full swing. The Australian Open just wrapped up. Oh wait, nobody actually watches tennis, right? But they do apparently watch people play cards. And by "people", of course, I mean socially questionable dudes wearing hoodies, hats and sunglasses while sitting in a casino at 4pm in the afternoon.
While I much prefer to get outside and actually do something, I too can be counted as a spectator from time to time. I'll probably have one eye on the big game this weekend, with the other eye on a cold beer or two. Truth be told, despite having grown up with the NFL, I find myself preferring another kind of football these days.
Did you catch the date?
Forget the Pats-Giants, I loves me some FC Barcelona on Valentine's Day! I plan to have a much more expansive post on the wonderful world of Champions League Football, El Classico matches between Barca and evil Real Madrid, and why I think the British need to eat a big bowl of STFU when it comes to the beautiful game. Stay tuned for that. And in advance, I would like to offer apologies to all my Brit friends. But you know I'm right.
Getting back to Super Bowl weekend and the kind of football where there isn't much foot hitting the ball...we all seem to recognize the game is almost a distraction. Its food, beverages, and those wacky television commercials, right? Well, the beverages I'm interested in anyway. Recently I've been coveting the delicious Peruvian beer Cusqueña.
Real tasty stuff. Highly recommended. Will go great with Carne Asada tacos while you watch a bunch of fat guys bump into each other. Oh, and Pats by 3.
Cheers!
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