What Ales Me
Football season is really my favorite season – not Summer, not Winter… no, football. NFL, mostly, as I’m not much of a college football follower, other than the local college-town team. Football season means Sunday afternoons devoted to my recliner, my remote, buffalo wings, nachos, pizza rolls, and several frosty bottles of beer. Ohhhh wait.
I’m sure it was a mere oversight on our part when we decided that my pregnancy should overlap with football season. I’ve been pregnant since the beginning of October, which meant I only had a tiny number of games in September in which I could be gulping down the cold ales that are now haunting my refrigerator. And since my wife is not a big drinker, she will not put me out of my misery by drinking them to free me of the torture when I go to grab a root… beer. As I’m watching the games this afternoon, I suffer through beer commercial after beer commercial – the slow-motion pouring, the wet, dripping pints… hell, even the CANS of beer look tasty. I’m almost looking forward to the end of football season, if only to get some relief.
This only adds insults to the Fall season of beer festivals and tastings I’ve missed, as well as all of the fantastic seasonal beers that come out this time of year. No, I don’t have a drinking problem, but cold beer is a treat – a reward for working a long, hard work-week… a great pairing with a steak or wings… a little something to turn watching your hometown team lose (as they often do) into something less depressing. I don’t miss much from that curiously long list of weird crap you can’t do or eat while you’re pregnant, but beer… I miss you. I’ll see you next season. You know, granted I’m not breast feeding. Sorry, beer – I can’t win.