The other evening, I had my second victory celebration in less than a week, with the "owner" of the Teutonic Knights -- the winner in our World Cup soccer game-by-game pick 'em contest of earlier this summer. He's someone I've known for years, but he took me to a kind of place I'd never before visited -- a soccer bar.

It is called North 45, and it's over on Northwest 21st. We had some outrageous Belgian ale and spectacular steamed mussels out on the lovely patio. There were guys in soccer jerseys, and autographed soccer jerseys on the wall. As the Coasters used to say, "That's a suit you'll never own."