The final game of the football season is here, and this year I actually have a proverbial dog in the fight. I grew up on the West Coast and, more specifically, was raised in a house that revered the San Francisco 49ers. But alas, the 49ers are definitely not the local favorite.

It appears that my only ticket to overcoming the social stigma of rooting for the other team is to offer up winning wines that will, at the very least, get my foot in the door and hopefully a seat on the couch. And it just so happens that destiny and luck coincided this year to provide just the right wine, or should I say, wines, to win my way in.