The byline from this post should actually be Angela Garbes, who was foiled by technical difficulties.For NFL fans, Sundays are holy days: the day of rest on which we can watch back-to-back-to-back football games and consume unlimited quantities of snacks and beer, all while wearing elastic-waisted pants. Or at least it should be this way. Unfortunately, to maximize ratings, the money-grubbing m@#!*%^*!#g NFL imposes a blackout in our region, leaving fans of East Coast or Midwest teams stuck with watching P90X infomercials unless they’re willing to shell out 60 bucks a month for the Direct TV NFL Ticket. Or go to a bar. If you’re a fellow blackout victim, consider putting in your NFL day’s work at Buckley’s in Belltown. Fair warning: Yes, it is a sports bar. Yes, it is filled with dudes. Yes, it is a little chaotic. But the overall vibe is friendly, service is good, and the whole place is not permeated by the stench of testosterone. Last week, Buckley’s was home to a few out-of-town-team fan meet-ups, filling the place with a “diverse” group of folks. (For example, if you are a member of Eagles Nation, you’ll feel right at home amid the numerous McNabb and Westbrook jerseys, as Buckley’s is the site for weekly Eagles fan meet-ups.) The menu is slightly fancified pub grub, and there are 24 beers on tap. Skip the Cheez Wiz-laden nachos but wake up with the house bloody mary, ample on the vodka and garnished with peperoncini and cocktail shrimp, along with a beer back of Bud Lite. Buckley’s, 2331 Second Ave., 588-8879.