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Superbowl Party

Sharkeez

By NATE JACKSON

Published on January 29, 2009 at 2:42am

It’s finally here. Super Bowl 43, America’s best excuse to watch two merciless gangs of the grid-iron beat the crap out of each other, complete with a parade of YouTube-worthy commercials. This Sunday, as the Arizona Cardinals and the Pittsburgh Steelers take the field, suit up for your own battle for glory atop a bar stool at Sharkeez. Your uniform: a barbeque bib and a beer-stained sports jersey. If your idea of a good time involves hours of hi-def sports coverage, gluttonous buffalo-wing eating competitions, cheap drinks and raffles, then this is the place to be. And be sure to get there early for a chance to bump chests with the half-naked ladies of the Sharkeez Fantasy Line-Up—we’re not quite sure what they’re doing there, but do we really care?
Sun., Feb. 1, noon, 2009