Super Bowl and Beer

Today's the day.

After two weeks of hype -- We've gleaned that Troy Polamalu is a really, really, really nice guy. That ex-O. Coordinator Ken Whisenhunt might hold the trick to stifling the Steelers. That the Cardinals have sucked for 40-odd years. That the Steelers are looking for one for the, um, other hand? That Barack Obama is rooting for the Steelers and is having a bipartisan party Sunday evening -- guess he doesn't have much else on his platter. That... you get the point. We've gleaned a lot, from the totally inane to the only slightly -- it's finally time to play football again.

This isn't just any old game. It's the Super Bowl. (Former NFL Commissioner Pete Rozelle originally wanted to call the game, which came to fruition after the NFL and AFL merged in the early 60s, "the Big One." I think he was on to something.)

How does a life-long Steelers fan mark this joyous occasion, this Big One? With 18 lbs. of chicken wings, and enough celery, carrots and bleu cheese dressing to satisfy an army of hungry rabbits. Oh, there'll be beer too. Pennsylvania beer: the eminently drinkable Yuengling Lager (4.4 % abv). Clean, nicely carbonated, touch of malty sweetness, grainy finish -- I've drunk so much of this I have trouble fully describing it. I like it, enough said.

I'm heading to the distributor to pick up a last minute addition to the party. I'll let you know what I settled on later.

Here we go Steelers, here we go!