Describe to me this place you speak of playoffs. How can one find it? Is the food there good?
Tis a legendary place of ages gone by. You may still hear rumors of it in the far away lands of Boston, Pittsburgh, and Chicago though I have yet to be able to confirm its continued existence these last 5 years.
But tis a place I would once again like to visit if it still does exist. The food in this strange land is varied ranging from simple grilled beef patties on buns known as burgers over a simple kerosene grill, to large ornate displays centering on some incredible dish based around roasted pig. I kid you not, these people slow roast it, serve it with some incredible side dishes, a vinegar and spiced based seasoning, and simply call it "barbecue"... "barbecue", who's ever heard of such a thing? I'd have called it slow smoked pork braised in spices with vinegar based sauce, that's much easier to remember.
Oh and the libations. An incredible array of beers and wines worthy of being a section of Valhalla itself. Though many of them indeed mediocre going by names such as "Bud Light" and "Miller Lite" numerous others are indeed both fortifying and truly stupefying in nature, both in their taste and their intoxicating prowess. I have therefore concluded that these "Light beers" must indeed suck something rather fierce, yet they must also hold some kind of magical power to still have such a firm presence among such beers as are offered in this mystical playoff land. More research will have to be done to confirm this.
All of this, held in one great outdoor location known simply as "the lot". I like that, "the lot", indeed it is filled with vehicles as far as thine eyes can see, and with people partaking of this great festival before entering the arena. Indeed a quite civilized approach to things, although I have witnessed brawls there between members of the nations north and the nations south in this "lot". Generally highly provoked responses to challenges by roving bands of these northern rivals, they are also quick to leave when they discover they are greatly outnumbered or that these southerners are simply there to witness the spectacle within the arena and not be a sideshow themselves.
Indeed more will have to be done to confirm the existence of this mystical land of the playoffs to begin with. Join me brothers, we WILL find ourselves there eventually, or we will die gloriously trying.