The college basketball season is finally over.
So last Saturday night, I spent my evening at our neighborhood sports bar, a place aptly named J. P. Looney's. And though I only drank one and a half Miller Lites, I'm still recovering from the rather alarming chili. I don’t wish to blame Looney’s for my sensitive GI, but if you have a hankering for haute cuisine or require healthy eats, the local sports bar isn’t the place to go.
Now if you want a couple of beers, the ambience of big screen TV’s, and noise so deafening you can hardly hear your own words, you’ve come to the right place! Because sports bars certainly have all the B’s covered: beer, basketball, big-screen TV’s, bustling, and “bad for you” food.
To be perfectly honest, I can’t think of another place I despise more than the monster sports bar. Because once you’re there, you’re there-- immersed and surrounded on all sides by sports, sports, and more sports!. And though I consider myself the master of tuning unpleasant things right out of my mind, it is an impossible feat to mentally remove yourself while sitting smack in the middle of a sports bar.
Believe me, I’ve tried!
