More football is the focus, and the fluctuations of karaoke voice:

— For something new in the rather staid world of karaoke, check out the Friday and Saturday night offerings at the Hudson Bowling Center, which feature a new provider with some cool technology that really brings out the tone of the music, and every fluctuation of the voice.The former and longtime karaoke meister there, the softspoken Brett, has moved down south, much like the pathway taken by Jams by James a few years ago, who was one of the first such providers in the Hudson area. He did it for as long as most local crooners can remember.
— With NFL football back, one of the best munchies deals, during any such game, is the $2.95 Johnsonville brat that comes with sauerkraut and chips at Dick’s Bar and Grill. They also have announced the new “season” of fall food specials that include some popular chili — which on one of their past flyers left out the “e” and referred to the offering as home mad chili, which says it all. Another flyer said of watching NFL football there, “Go Team,” which did not specify any particular franchise — guess they are both Viking and Packer friendly.
— Kozy Korner in North Hudson is known as a place to watch such games and take in related amenities, but they may have slightly mis-stated the case when their marquee said about breakfast pizzas, “one trillion served.” They may be off by about a million or so. With that said, it’s important to note that this Sunday’s noon Packer-Lions game is the initial one of the season to be subject to blackout rules, the first of as many as seven, which is more than usual, so it’s important to choose where you watch.

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