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Super Bowl Sunday is over and Post-Super Bowl Monday might just be the biggest call-in-sick day of the year; an estimated 1.4 million Americans will not make it to work the day after Super Bowl XLVI. In his book, "The Billion Dollar Game," Allen St. John reports on a grassroots group that wants Super Bowl Sunday to be a national holiday; the following Monday would then be the formal day of observance.
Whether or not you’re part of that statistic, you should figure out what to do if your beer or whiskey consumption starts getting rounded out to the nearest dozen. Here in New York (go Giants!), my trainer Victor speaks from experience when he recommends Gatorade and two Advil before you go to bed, or the second you manage to open your eyes. He also advises eating the tallest meat and cheese sandwich before bed, and/or the greasiest egg-and-bacon combo in the a.m. Other parts of the country have hangover cures, too.
Science! Sometimes it tells us things that are terrifying, sad or disturbing, but today science is telling us to go ahead and keep drinking. Hurrah!
If you're anything like us (and Bacchus help you if you are), your Facebook and Twitter feeds are full of people eschewing alcohol for the month of January in an attempt to reset their liver and "detox" from holiday overconsumption. We're all for people doing whatever it takes to grasp control of their health and do what it takes to feel better.
Problem is, this particular is useless according to doctors at the British Liver Trust. According to an article in today's Daily Mail, "the so-called ‘Janopause’ – when drinkers cut out alcohol for only the first month of the year – is ‘medically futile’ and fails to rejuvenate the liver in the long term."
Now that lunchtime's schmancy canapes and gâteaux opera have long since been washed down with nebuchadnezzars of bubbly and royal wedding guests have shaken their tasteful tail feathers all night long, what's to stop imbibers from being crowned by a king-sized hangover?
"Do the right thing and have a breakfast cocktail," advised Poppy Tooker as we were arranging our inaugural summit last week. I'd never met her, but I already dug her style - and was ever so slightly taken aback. Drinking? During the DAY? A weekday? While the SUN IS OUT and I'm not on a beach?!? Heaven forfend!
Upon meeting, Poppy decreed that a brandy milk punch be plopped alongside my muffuletta on the palm shaded table in the corner of the Napoleon House courtyard. I took a hesitant sip of the frothy beverage - a mixture of milk, brandy, sugar, vanilla, ice and a dusting of nutmeg. Then I took another...and another. Then I ordered another - bourbon this time, so as to form a sufficiently educated opinion, which is that a relaxed attitude toward daytime drinking is the mark of a civilized society.