Rally Caps!!:

 

Only two things were important on that mild Sunday afternoon.:

 

Eat as many clams as humanly possible...:

 

and secondly, suck the kegs dry!:

 

"Guys, I can't drink too much today, I've got allergies.":

 

Discussing clam to beer ratio strategies.:

 

We had strong support from the east-side of the bar.:

 

Make no mistake, seated directly across from
the taps was all part of the game plan.:

 

Red showing signs our plan was working.:

 

Field trip for this weeks AA meeting.:

 

Best service in town!:

 

Eight dozen and going strong!!:

 

At the exact second the Bills scored the winning touchdown.:

 

Bills fans... sort of.:

 

Red workin his game over yonder.:

 

Fuckin Nick and his bull's-eyes pissing me off.:

 

I think the clams are still crawling around in my stomach.:

 

So, any luck over there Red?:

 

The man with the game.:

 

Al, the hat is a definite power move.:

 

Nick: "...so I was standing right here like this and...":

 

Some day your face is gonna stay like that.:

 

Clam's-eye-view.:

 

Keep it up Cash.:

 

There are no victims of spilled beer, when it's FREE.:

 

Only two more hours to go.:

 

"On second thought, I think I'm ready to pass out.":

 

And then there were three.:

 

The twelfth clam of his twenty-seventh dozen...  no shit!:

 

"All drunks please exit through the lower level doors.":

 

Who's yackin all over Monroe Ave?...:

 

"THIS GUY!":

 

Al, looks like you didn't chew that one, that doesn't count.:

 

The search for a bar open till two on Sunday ended at ACME.:

 

As if the dozens and dozens of clams weren't enough, we
each threw down a slice of ACME's finest plain cheese
and stumbled back to our respective residences.:

 

Ouch.