In a perfect world we would all have a physical space where we could unleash our inner fandom in peace and tranquility. Alas, a land where comfort reigns supreme and the nachos are never-ending. Yes, an island of sorts, we we can sit our big bodies down in soft sultry sofas, sinking in as we slurp and smack along to our favorite teams. Indeed a paradise, where the chicken wings are always hot, and the ranch dressing is served by the pitcher. Truly a spot where all responsibility is vanquished, and our bellies are free to bounce to the sound of our team’s fight song. Come with me as I lead you out of the real world and into a designated area of my home, were laziness is the norm, the sweet smell of farts permeate the stale air, and where guys truly rule. Enter Thy Man Cave.
