Take Sasquatch for example. Perpetually bashful, unashamedly fuzzy, Bigfoot has been a major source of bar banter since his first sighting in 1811. While the wayward biped may just be a big hairy guy named Mel, we'll still relate what thousands of Pacific Northwesterners and Seattle Supersonics fans have known for decades.

Anyway, myths are easier to believe when you're lit up like a firecracker. Which is why we took our fascination with the giant fuzzball, gathered up our David Lynch movies, unfurled our flannel long johns and moseyed down to the Bigfoot Lodge at 1750 Polk St for a little Yeti-power.

SFist Nico, contributing.