"Tyr" - pronounced "tee-er" - kind of with a rolling teeth touch on the r and distantly related to places like Tryol, Austria (which is also like a pronunciation guide Tye-roll). Anyway, more than just a 90's Sabbath release, Tyr is a 9th century Norse god who represents battle, victory and the likes of ultimate heroic glory. So the story goes, our hero's task is to chain the most powerful wolf using a magical and mysterious linen containing ingredients including, but not limited to: the sound of a cat's football, the beard of a woman, and, get this, the roots...of a MOUNTAIN. Our hero Tyr obviously completes the collection tasks and creates the linen with which to chain said wolf, but as always....womp womp. Mythic bump. The wolf bit of Tyr's hand in the process. Victory and loss. Hero myth blah blah. Ultimate boon blah blah. Lemme guess, he saves the village?
What I'm getting at is that our day "Tuesday" is a distant dedication to this Norse myth. The word makes it's way down through Old Norse and eventually to Middle English, finding place in our modern calendar. Tyr accepts sacrifice in form of mead, meat or blood. We too raise our flagons of ale and various dogs of grilled meats and/or tvps and pizzas and devour with voracity post athletic feats. Is everything Pagan? No. Well, I dunno. Maybe. I don't particularly care nor am I suggesting that we are actually out there sacrificing ourselves or pouring one out to an Ye Olde Norse Gawd. But I can't deny the similarities, and ritual is just that. And its all kiiiiiiiiiiiind of metal.
In Japanese and Korean Tuesday roughly means "fire day". The Sanskrit work for the day roughly means "one who is red in color", or: how I feel one hour before, during and after the race. The stock market crashed on a Tuesday in 1929. You con vote soon on a Tuesday. People go on up in the club on a Tuesday. I mean, just look at the patterns ... something's in the air.