For men, there is little – if anything – more important than the sacred art of preparing meat by way of fire. Your badass barbecue may be charcoal or natural gas or propane but you learned how to cook with tinder so that’s less important than the rules. The woman buys the food and makes the salad. The man places the meat on the grill. The man drinks. The man removes the meat from the grill. And you never – under any circumstance – come between a man and his grilling utensils – especially if it’s a Sportula.