I don't usually have a beer or anything much on Sunday or the first half of the week for that matter. One of the things that keeps me from wanting to move into more professional beer writing, consulting and that sort of thing is having to drink and attend and consider every day of the week. I have other things going on. Like day dreaming about home repairs that I never quite get done. Yet here it is, the big game and if it was on a Saturday I am sure I would have a few brown pops and put my feet up. It's not just the NFL. It's US college football having the final game on a Monday night. It's the Stanley Cup Finals or the World Series not having games 5 and 6 booked back to back on Friday and Saturday nights.
Beer is a funny thing. It needs some lead time, some planning and a reasonably clear day the next day. I am not talking about getting plastered but I sure as heck don't want to sit at work with a fuzzy brain not to mention giving off an odour of maximum garlic Satan's choice hot sauce wings as I try to explain to senior management what I meant on graph 17A as it relates to amortizing the debt load. No, I want my field of daffodils the next day, a time of reflection after the event. Sure it looks like laying on the sofa and not shaving for another day but that's because you are objectifying me, my appearance, my aroma, my food choices. Why can't the big leagues meet my needs?