Eric crossed over to the dark side and is now officially Minnesotan: he participated in a meat raffle in a bar. Yes, whereas in Michigan, raffles usually involve Corvettes or trips to Orlando and benefit high school hockey teams, here they involve meat and drinking.
Tin Cup's is a friendly dive in St. Paul, famous for it's fried chicken and for a polka happy hour on weekends. Maybe it was the Grain Belt, maybe it was Roger Van Horn's Fun Time Accordion, but Eric was inexorably drawn to the tray of tickets. If you are unfamiliar with this concept, here's the official version:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meat_Raffle
For a mere dollar and a little faith, you can walk away with a big packet of assorted...meat. Not surprisingly, this has little appeal to me, so in this sense I will probably never be Minnesotan.
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