Playoffs: It's the most wonderful time of the year.

Heading into halftime with a 7-3 lead in a grind-out game of posession and field position. This is good stuff. I have consumed a copious amount of so-called "Wings of Fire." Um, quite. I can take a few more scovils than these wings offer. Not that said wings weren't tasty, but wings of fire? Maybe if you're recovering from a heart attack...

In any event, the companion Miller Lite is lovely.

I love these moments. Distractions from the cold reality of January are welcome.