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I don't consider myself especially Patriotic. I definitely am an athiest. Tonight I have proven how anti-social I can be. I lost the rest of my crew who all either wanted to watch the second half of the Patriots game at home, needed sleep, or didn't like football in the first place.

This left me alone with the locals at the Corrib pub. I don't know them but I recognize them from when I watched a big Sox game here a few months back. There is the guy with the glasses who serves me beer from Breuggers and the man who was doing his laundry last time. The woman who knew everyone from the bar is still here. She keeps trying to convince “Mr. Nelson” to come sit up at the bar. She broke into singing the national anthem before the game because her friend was too busy drinking to hear it on the television. She broke into a beautiful rendition of God Bless America as Sarah and Ami were walking out the door.

I like it here. There is a little community dynamic going on that I can watch from my seat. Luckily the Pats are doing well which helps the mood here at Corrib. Things are already decorated in an elaborate fall Thanksgiving display. I have to wonder what happened on the Corrib Pub group trip to Foxwoods advertised the last time I was here. I should ask about it but I prefer to wait and see if it appears in people's conversations. I keep expecting things to evolve into a Spider Robinson novel like the Callahan chronicles with aliens everywhere coming to town with their puns and problems and throwing glasses into the fireplace.

People are all chatting about what they are doing for Thanksgiving. They all appear to be mildly lonesome. They may have given-up on most of the human race except for the people here in this bar. They are divorcees and single aging men. Where else are they supposed to go.

The reason why I am here is simple. I'd rather pay for beer during the game than pay the cable company. The only thing I want to watch on television is football and with eight away games it just isn't worth the money.

The bartenders name is Dave. He has a hunched back and wears a white oxford over a black T-shirt. He has a goatee beard that is black on the sides with a grey stripe down the middle. Some man named Wayne walked into the bar to introduce his floppy eared grey bunny rabbit named Lilly to the woman who sang God Bless America. Lilly the bunny is being held and cuddled by a firty five year old single woman. The man next to her asks “is that for supper”. The woman says to the bunny “you are the cutest thing in this bar - no offense.”

We take some pictures and then Wayne talks to the woman holding the bunny to let the bunny walk on the floor. “I like her a. Because she is a non-male, and b. Doesn't bitch complain. you used to own a rabbit. She is mine now. Do you have papers. Do you want a kiss” “She likes kisses” “Are you coming over for breakfast? You have never seen a face that cute.” “She knows who is the boss!” “I'm the boss”.

Mike walks in and he gets called over to the bar with the bar where the bunny is. Mike can't believe there is a bunny in the bar.

Lilly is being brought over to Dawn. Dawn is an older woman who has a red jacket on with a pin in the shape of a martini on her jacket. She doesn't relate well to the bunny and is talking about god being a woman and looking over her.

“I had her on ebay and they offered me ten grand and that was for Thanksgiving.”

“You can visit. Send a post card now and then. I'll read it to her. I think he is delusional he thinks she is his.”

The Pats have the ball on the 24 and it is second and six with 2:45 to go. I got excited and yelled out “put the nail into the coffin” as the tv faded into a commercial because the Chiefs called a timeout to stop the clock.

You wouldn't notice it if you weren't looking but glasses and empty bottles disappear from the counter tops. Dave the bartender holds them up in the air and inspects them before tossing them into the dish area or the garbage. He holds them up to the light to make sure they are empty first and then moves them over to their end.

“A wabbit. A wabbit.”
“Do I watch cartoons. I watch cartoons every day of my life.”
“I know what you mean.”
“It's duck season. It's wabbit season. It's duck season. It's wabbit season”

We sack the KC qb to make it fourth down and the Pats win again. God bless america.