10 signs you're at a great Super Bowl Party (Man Cave style)

10. At least one fan shows up in a complete uniform including cleats and a converted beer helmet.

9. There are three kegs of beer. Bud, Bud light and something imported.

















8. The carcass of the cow that was carved up for pre-game steaks is still in the backyard.









7. Someone shows up wearing paint on their face.









6. The only sound during the game is either cheering or cursing. Commercials are fast forwarded through after beers have been refilled.









5. The only woman there is an ex Dallas Cowboys cheerleader turned stripper named Bambi.







4. There is a slight delay to watch the start of the 3rd quarter while the stripper pole is removed from the living room.







3. During a commercial break a fan is injured while trying to replicate a pole dance like Bamabi. The upside down one-legged slide proves too difficult for his 300 pound frame.







2. The only reference to "sex in the city" is a tale of a drunken night in Jaurez Mexico. A donkey maybe included in the story.







1. The game goes into triple overtime and is won on a statue of liberty play that goes 96 yards.







Just remember men, this is not the end of an era, it's the begining of baseball season. Pitchers and catchers report tomorrow. Play Ball.....











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The few, the proud, the drunks?

Many times over the last 25 years people who have heard that I no longer choose to be a drunkard of epic proportions have said, "Congratulations or You must be very proud or Very few people have that type of willpower." While all of these sentiments are nice and certainly genuine they do make me wonder. What exactly am I supposed to be proud of again?

This is one of the great tricks the addict or drunkard likes to play. When you quit drinking (this can be any vice but alcohol was my favorite so I will use that for the rest of this post) the people who know you best and know how badly you needed to quit will pour the adulation on you. And it feels good. Even to a hard ass like me the praise makes you smile. Then you go a few weeks and nobody is that impressed anymore. You are not the star of the show. Much like getting drunk and losing a car gets you attention so does stopping drinking. So what does any good wet brained drunk do when he isn't the attraction anymore? He gets hammered.

Truth be told once I quit drinking I became like every other normal, hard working American. Now I am just doing what most people do anyway. And I am to be applauded? Way to go, you didn't destroy any one's property or make an ass out of yourself today. Doesn't sound right, does it? The real trick that myself and the few and the proud did (apologies to the Marines) was to admit we were weaker than whatever our vice was. Most people don't congratulate you for being weak. But that is what leads to success. Winners never quit, doesn't work with drunks. Nor does thinking. My brilliant brain convinced me day after day, drink after drink, fight after fight, felony after felony, that I did not have a drinking problem. And I didn't. I could drink for days and weeks and months on end. What I couldn't do was stop. Until I gave up. Quit. Admitted defeat.

The reason this came to mind is I am approaching the day I first had any success quitting drinking. 26 years ago on the 14th of this month. And the further along I get the more I feel the need to share some of my thoughts in the hope it might actually help someone else. Not many people get to hear that it's okay to quit. To give up. But for some of us it's the only way to win.

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