Super Bowl XL Pork Butts and Beer Can Chickens

Super Bowl XL.  Big deal.  Nobody cares if the Cowboys aren't playing.  Pro football just isn't that entertaining anymore.  But any excuse to bbq is good enough for the King.  At least there were commercials with monkeys.

The butts went in the cooker at 11:00 a.m. Saturday.  About 9:00 p.m. they went into an aluminum roaster pan with a loose tent of foil over top.  The fire died down overnight, then I stoked it in the morning and let the butts reheat until 11:00 a.m. game day.  Then the chickens went on until around 1:30 or 2:00.  Seasoned oak firewood.  Bad Byron's Butt Rub for the pork and Cavender's on the chickens.  Who cares which team won?  Everyone ate so much they had difficulty breathing; and isn't that what the Super Bowl's all about?