Ah, the first snow of the season.  The clean, white precipitation covering the dirt and filth of the city...and all that nonsense.  It was a great first storm and a recent glance out the window tells me that it is still going on.  It is nice living in a city with an efficient and effective snowplow strategy.  They were out there as soon as the first flake it the ground.  Huge double-blade plows and little bobcat plows alike.  Being in Boston during a snow storm was always frustrating, due to the fact that the city would wait until all the snow had fallen from the sky before attending to the smaller streets and sidewalks.  Weary office workers and retail shopkeepers would have to trudge through narrow, but well worn paths down the sidewalks.  Like ants marching in a row. 

Enough snow speak.  A Monday night trip to The Stadium taught me a couple important lessons. 1, They have $4 Miller Lite pitchers on Mondays before 9 or so.   These are not so much pitchers, as they are huge Miller bottles.  The novelty of the huge bottles is almost enough to draw my patronage, but the $4 price tag will keep me coming back for a longtime to come.  2, The pheasant shoot in Big Buck Hunter is by far the hardest part of the game.  Those things are quick.  3, The food is pretty good.  4, it is nothing like Hooters.  I read an article a while back about how the city would not permit the owner of The Stadium open a Hooters franchise, so in defiance, he created a Hooters-like eatery, complete with scantily clad sexy waitresses.  Nope.  They are clad quite normally, and I think our waitress even had braces.