Great Party, Lousy Game

Yesterday, we had the first of our two football games with 26 attending, including several who had never been here before.

We had a keg of Miller Lite, complete with a new tapper as we wore the other one out. The main food was a couple Aldi spiral-cut, pre-cooked hams and fixins', plus almost everyone brought something to pass around.

Margaritaville, our basement bar was full of the bar lights, mirrors and stuff I've gotten over the years, mostly from the '80s.

And, we couldn't have asked for a nicer day. That fall we didn't have in October was here, finally, in November.

Unfortunately, our team, Da Bears, were in hibernation. There was not a team on the field. Multi-million dollar Jay, heir to the Rex, was ineffective for a third week in a row. And Lovie was on the sideline showing no emotion as usual. At least with Ditka, Da Coach, you always knew if it was a good or bad play, even if you didn't see what was going on on the field.

People were losing interest. I, myself, missed almost the whole third quarter. If the Bears weren't going to play, why should I waste such a perfect day. A lot of people out on the deck, gazebo and walking around the yard.

After the game, we had Name That Tune until 8 PM and finished off the keg.

Good Times at Margaritaville (the basement) at Key North (our house).

Like I Said, Great Party-Lousy Game. --RoadDog