Because the game's delayed, I take myself on an indoor bar crawl, starting with the confusingly named PBR: A Coors Banquet Bar. ("I'll take a PBR," I tell the bartender, but they don't serve that here. I play it safe and request a Coors Banquet, $5.75, instead.) PBR, I learn, stands for Professional Bull Riders, which sort of explains the woman in the Wentz shirsey bucking wildly on the mechanical bull in the center of the room. I wander into the more upscale 1100 Social, and wander out again — there's a $40 minimum to watch the game at a table here. Instead, I head for the Victory Beer Hall, which looks like a beer hall overlaid on a sound stage, but it's the best bet for quality brews, like the crisp, mildly hoppy Headwaters Pale Ale ($7.25). By kickoff, I haven't even gotten to the novelty drinks: Rum punch served in a plastic baggy that looks designed to hold intravenous fluid; a cocktail served in a cowboy boot glass, a fishbowl of something sweet and boozy served with half a dozen straws.