You may have noticed this afternoon that the hair on your chest was a bit thicker, that your voice was a bit deeper and more intimidating, and that your 15-inch pythons have miraculously been upgraded to 16s. The reason, of course, is that we are now less than 24 hours away from the manliest of manly days in 2022: The day the Keg of Nails comes out of almost a decade of hiding and makes all other rivalry trophies shit their plaques.
I’ve never tried to hide it, I love the Keg of Nails. Officially, it’s my fourth favorite keg, just behind keg of beer, keg of money and keg of Gorgui Dieng.