As we wipe the last tears from our eyes and look towards a weekend without Thirds, a new chance to be day-drunk mid-semester graces our Sunday: Super Bowl XLVII. Hope springs eternal. What time is it at? Not sure. Where does it take place? Couldn’t tell you. Who’s playing? Thank heavens for Google. But fear not! Whether you take a special pride in gloating about fantasy victories or meticulously plan your bathroom breaks to miss the game, not the commercials, we can all unite in the simple pleasure of drinking cheap beer and pretending not to double dip in the community salsa. Cheers.
Now if the thought of sipping on lukewarm Natty all evening makes you cringe (you snob) or if you just need something a little stronger to get you through that three-hour pregame show, why not complement those chips and (expired?) guac with a Beer Margarita? (Note: this sounds like something desperate college students would make, but take a good hard look in the mirror buddy. Necessity is the mother of invention.)
And If watching large, scary (let’s talk about Ray Lewis’s helmet) men repeatedly running into each other doesn’t quite hold your attention, we have a game that will.