by Susan Ellis
As the 5 o'clock hour approached last Friday, Coworker C was getting a little antsy to get home and prepare a batch of Cheladas — a tradition he keeps before each Tiger appearance in the NCAA tournament.
I had never heard of Chelada. A little googling brought up the words "beer" and "clam juice."
That doesn't sound particularly good to me. But, the way Coworker C describes it, the Chelada — made with Clamato, a bit of lime, and beer — sounds much like a bloody mary with beer. (The similar Michelada is spicy.) Budweiser, by the way, sells Chelada in a can.
For the record, Coworker C isn't too keen on me mentioning his Chelada/March Madness ritual. He thinks it will jinx it.
I counter that, perhaps, it was the Chelada's fault that the Tigers had never gone the distance since this tradition was begun.
"No," C said. "I think they help. The problem is Pastner."