Amber and I found the only public place open in town was the Knotty Pine Peanut Bar, and it was therefore the only place we might get to watch the Superbowl. The original idea was to go to the Iron Horse, which I find a bit frightening, but the lights were off. I had forgotten that the Knotty Pine existed, but was encouraged by a large concentration of cars in the parking lot. I say large, but it was perhaps 10 trucks and two cars, and that's plenty for around here. I was even more encouraged by the friendly dogs running around outside, a sure sign of a quality establishment.
Inside, I was surprised to learn that there was not only a free snack bar for the Superbowl, they also had - brace yourself - free beer. Best Superbowl ever! I just had to endure the now-familiar once-over by the locals when I walked in the door. I've decided that, even though it's a little uncomfortable to have 6 to 8 men in cowboy hats and boots looking me over, they don't mean any harm by it and just need to digest an unfamiliar face. It reminds me of how the townspeople looked at Marty McFly in Back to the Future Part III.