Grizzly Showdown for Ribeyes

I was flipping perfect ribeyes on my backyard grill when a massive grizzly bear charged straight at me.

This beast wanted my steaks and wasn't asking politely. I had two choices: give up my dinner

or fight 800 pounds of pure muscle. I chose violence. We wrestled for what felt like forever,

trading blows over those sizzling cuts of meat. Blood, sweat,

and A1 sauce everywhere. In the end, I kept my steaks. The bear left with a new respect for

dedicated grill masters. Never come between a man and his perfectly cooked meat.