Cheers for Beers at 10 am

The last time I drank alcohol before noon was Hey Day of my junior year at Penn, 1994.

This morning, I meet up with a friend of mine who work at the Dark Horse at said bar to watch the Six Nations Championship Match between Ireland and Wales. I paid my $20 to the rugby sports monopoly, Setanta Sports, and perched myself at the bar. I missed Ireland's first try and Wales's penalty, but that was the first 10 minutes.

I order a Boddington's and realize that I am a green jersey in a sea of red. Maybe, the next time, I should go to Fado. I spy the bar during the half-time break and see there are Irish jerseys in the bar, too.

I eavesdrop and find out the lady next to me is from Swansea, Wales. She eventually moved from her seat to let a couple rooting for Ireland to sit together at the bar, so I couldn't find out more about her.

The match, though not the 42 to 20 England v. Scotland of yesterday, was still a nailbiter until the 60th minute when it was clear that Wales wouldn't be able to make up the point difference. They were very close the entire time, but Ireland got a lot off calls in their favor. I wasn't complaining, remember, I was in a green jersey.

Afterwards, I returned home wondering what channel the Super Bowl was on.