About this time most years I write a rousing column about football stadium tailgate parties and the hearty wines that go with them.
But it occurs to me that not every fan is prepared to fight the traffic to the stadium, pay $50 for parking and $100-plus for a nosebleed, upper-deck, end-zone, restricted-view seat.
Some might prefer the comfort of a cozy home family room with a 60-inch HD TV, a battered-but-commodious sofa with bathroom and fridge only steps away.
So call this a wine column for couch potatoes.
Sofa-spuds aren't necessarily lazy. You just have different priorities.
Consider the advantages. You can avoid the sticky, sweaty heat of early-season games. You won't have to fight over who has to be the designated driver. You can invite your frail, elderly (rich) uncle, entertain him in total comfort and maybe get back into his will.
It doesn't mean you're any less enthusiastic. You can still paint your face and scream your lungs out over every play.
You have total flexibility about refreshments.
If you're blase, you can send Junior to a convenience store for potato chips and corn curls and serve them with a chilled, light-bodied pinot grigio.
If you're inspired, you can create a masterpiece you would never attempt in a parking lot. Maybe Julia Child's two-day, 19-step recipe for Boeuf Bourguignon, served with a pinot noir.
Or try three-alarm chili with a hearty, spicy zinfandel.
You can even order in spicy Chinese with a lightly sweet riesling.