You didn’t have to wait as long for this motorcycle run, but the Viking cheerleaders are not here until the last game of the NFL weekend

Seventh Heaven for bikers? Earlier than usual means a bit more warmth, but it could rain on your parade:
— With this Saturday being the Seventh, the date of the annual Frosted Nuts Run falls about as early in the month as it could. (Could that earlier time mean that your nuts will not be nearly as toasted as they normally would be?) Well maybe, maybe not. The temperatures will be a few degrees above average, but rain showers are expected. Still, this warmth is well above the record low for this date, more than 20 degrees higher. Bikers can meet up at the Mallalieu Inn for a departure of around noon.
— This time, they are in Prime Time. The Viking cheerleaders will again be at Pudge’s for game-related interaction, this time on Monday Night Football when they face the Bears. The last time around for this guest appearance, there was not only beauty but diversity, as the two cheerleaders were a tall blonde and a much shorter brunette.
— At Buffalo Wild Wings, there are two different new specials of note. On sale are select beers, with six-packs going for only $7.99 — to go only. Their flyer reiterated “cannot be consumed on premises.” Isn’t that kind of understood?
Also at BWW, there are now breakfast entrees as a special on weekends, and hopefully you can check out a game at that same earlier time. Five of the seven listed have a Buffalo sauce theme, which you would expect. And there also is a Blue Moon beer themed early-on drink, fittingly called a bluemosa.
— As the Smilin’ Moose jumps back into its non-summer music slate, not on the patio but indoors on the west end, there is a return engagement of the Chad Edwards Band on Friday night, playing all kinds of country, with a focus on the favorites.

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