The tradition of visiting a bar to monitor the level of fever for a Twin Cities sports team doesn't require a search for Wild fans.
Start at Tom Reid's Hockey City Pub, visit a couple of other saloons on West Seventh Street in St. Paul, and you're golden.
On Tuesday night, the target was a bar with rabid Timberwolves fans. The team's bit of a downturn — one playoff appearance in the previous 17 years — made that a task.
Imagine my surprise that the old bars with a pool table in a smallish room — the ones where my now-departed brother Michael would receive several death threats for his tactics — are nowhere to be found.
What we have now are these places called brewhouses. In Minneapolis, they can be found in former industrial areas with repurposed buildings.
There were a couple of false starts and then I wound up at HeadFlyer Brewing, on East Hennepin.
It's all about beer with clever names. Early 30s couples, not married but together. They are on board with the Wolves through the lows and enjoying this high, although not foaming at the mouth over it, as will many Wild-ing followers when the St. Louis series starts on Monday.
Also: "There are dogs in here," I said to Patrick Kelliher, the early-arriver holding down a table for what would be a party of seven.