Thursday night was (for those of you under a rock) the first game of the NFL season.
Indy vs. New Orleans.
Peyton hardly broke a sweat and embarrassed the Saints.
Keep your heads up boys. No shame in getting your ass handed to you by the Colts. It's happened to everybody the last few years.
Chuck and I skipped out at 4 and headed downtown to The Taproom downtown.
They have 160 beers on tap. Oh joy. For those of you who don't know, I fucking hate beer! But they also have lots and lots of flatscreens which I do like. Chuck babysat me until Steve and Bruce showed up and then he bailed to watch the slaughter on his very own Hi-Def flatscreen. Bastard.
Steve was pleased that Reggie Bush tanked (Randall has him. This turned out to be pivotal.) I was not (have him in another fantasy league.)
The Taproom gets a C.
Bad service.
So bad that they had to get us free stuff (between the shoddy service and a dead guy, we've saved at least $50 in one week!)
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