Ray Isle (@islewine on Twitter) is Food & Wine's executive wine editor. We trust his every cork pop and decant – and the man can sniff out a bargain to boot. Take it away, Ray.
And there it is. The game is over, the year is over, the winners have won and the losers have been consigned to the polar dark for their hapless betrayal of everything we hold dear, and you, you poor sad former human, are in rough shape.
Either you spent last night drinking the potent margaritas of victory, the 11.7 percent alcohol Imperial IPAs of triumph, or you scoured the miseries of defeat from your body with, well, pretty much the same stuff. You hurt. Your brain is a half-dead fish, floating in a polluted ocean. And now you have to go to work. Life, bah. It’s truly unfair.
And the truth is, it doesn’t work all that well. Your body is still processing what you drank last night. Additional alcohol, while it may numb the pain in the short term, in the end will only extend your misery as your overindulged system deals with the added booze.
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