Maybe Sunday is more “super” than the football regular season.
Super Bowl weekend is here, and an event at Ellie’s on Main allows you to score as much food and drink as Peyton Manning scores touchdowns. For $50, you get all you care to eat and drink for the duration of the evening game, which should go on longer than usual with two pass-happy teams. You can order anything off the menu, plus specially made chicken entries, both barbequed and regularly fried, now that we’re past the regular season. And then there is that regular, more-for-your-money Coors Light special, as well as $2 wild cherry bombs.
All this brings to mind some of the sublime moments from the pro football season that have occurred at area sports bars. One guy even came all the way from Brooklyn Park, Minn., to take in a Packer-Viking game at Guv’s Place in Houlton. Then late in the fourth quarter, two fans were sticking it to each other and debating if the Minnesota kicker could hit a pretty easy field goal in the late-season bad weather, or if it would be more of the same across-the-border, woe-is-me result. The rub is that both of them are Viking backers.
In the first of the two Black and Blue Division games, bartender Josie at Woody’s in Bayport was sporting a sweater with Viking colors. She said that being a Packer fan in a predominantly Viking bar gives her that privilege. For what reason? “I’m a girl, I can wear purple,” she told some patrons.
And speaking of Woody’s, if you have too much “spare” time during the game, why don’t you “frame” it with Super Bowling there? Warm-up and draws for partners starts at 1:30 p.m. The pairings are one high and one low average and all skill levels are welcome, so as they also say about the Big Game, anybody can be a winner on this given Sunday. There are drink specials, and snacks and appetizers for bowlers after they finish. Entry fee is $15.

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