The entertainment is in its prime, with dancing, football and bar food as well, as the summer closes with a long Labor Day weekend

Like your prime rib — and other more bar-type food — along with signature sauce? Indulge in prime entertainment along those lines, which also can be experienced in the form of music, give-aways and other eats, this long Labor Day weekend:
— He’s back again, and again, with a (bar) food-ish sauce name-alike you’re sure to remember. Solo act Bruce Burnience comes back to play the Smilin’ Moose early-on on the patio on Sept. 1, and he will be back, again, on Sept. 28. And as the (late night) end-of-summer bash continues to unfold, The Moose will have their pre-Labor Day dance party on the 2nd and also the 3rd.
— You can sign up at the local Buffalo Wild Wings, via their membership club, for a chance-to-win football offer that has the Vikings trumping the Packers. There is a Vikings Family of the Game chance (well worth it), as well as an opportunity to get a Packers custom jersey (maybe less so as far as value, I have to admit as a back of the Pack). And to boot, the former offer goes for a month longer than the Green Bay version.
— You can get your fantasy-draft-party game on via the takeout pack that feeds six to eight people, courtesy of again, Buffalo Wild Wings. You can pick a set of wings (what is this hockey?), a sharable (is this like when a free agent jumps ship?), and a side (pick the offensive or defensive side of the ball in your draft).
— Every dog has its day, and don’t feel sheepish about it. The Wisconsin State Working Dog Association’s Sheepdog Trials are on tap all Labor Day weekend at the Badlands Sno-Park east of Hudson on Kinney Road, incorporating shepherds from all over North America as well. There is an admission charge to view the herding efforts.
— Available as far as beer at many local haunts is the Mango Blond On Top. Or, excuse me, that’s Mango Blond On TAP.

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