Thanks for the responses. As I just told somebody who sent me a private message, I haven't had a drink since my drunk ass took a ride with another drunk ass and she went through a red light. The Cleveland game was the first Rams' game I missed since 1993 so that sucked too. Somehow, however, I didn't quit because of the alcohol-related accident. I quit because the actual appetite for a beer was lost. Maybe when my head was crushed and took out my optic nerve, the part of the brain that desires alcohol was also wiped out. I can't explain it really. Sure, there are sporadic times when a beer "sounds" great (like when I'm at a sports bar or eating hot wings haha), but I honestly haven't been tempted once. I haven't gone to any meetings or read any AA books. The desire just hasn't been there...
yet. Anyway, as much as I may miss going out three times a week and drinking 4 or 5 beers (I actually really don't
miss it), it's not only cheaper to stay home but a hell of a lot better than spending a week in the hospital. Thanks again, Rammers.