Day 2: Football and Beer

Day two of my blogging adventure.  

Yes, I still hate your blog.  Here's a song about it...

Fear not, even a few beers into my day/evening, I'm still not convinced about my own either.  At one point, I even considered that (I Hate Your Blog) as a title for this blog, "Adrift" just struck my fancy better.  Another strong "might have been" was, 'The Weekend Warrior' which I intended to be more of a paintball-centric thing.  Alas, as with most things, the more I learned about paintball, the more I found I didn't know, and let's be honest here, there are enough self proclaimed experts to last the internet a lifetime.  This doesn't mean that there will never be paintball based material here, there will probably be plenty, practice recaps, opinions about events, and adventures, and all of the fun stuff that comes along with traveling and competing and a team sport.  Most of that type material is pretty standard though, only the sport really changes, the team dynamic, and subsequent experiences are pretty standard.

Speaking of sports, on to the title of today's post.  

Football and beer.  The football in this case is of the NFL variety.  I may at some point opine on college football, and perhaps even European Football.  I'm not wildly passionate about the former, and will never profess to be an aficionado of the latter, but they are certainly enjoyable in their own way.  Today's football was the best sort, Green Bay Packers Football.  You may think that there are other types that are better, Patriots Football, Steelers Football, [God forbid] Bears Football.  In which cases you are wrong.  Today's opponent was none other than the Minnesota Vikings.  Double whammy, the best type of football(Packers), and the best type of game(a heated rivalry).  I look forward to match-ups with the Vikings like few other contests.  Games against the Bears always carry weight, but the Packers/Bears rivalry is too steeped in history, too deeply rooted to inspire the sort of vitriol and venom that the Vikings bring bubbling to the surface.  I dislike the Bears, but I respect them, and their fans.  I feel that for the most part, they are kindred spirits.  The Vikings don't inspire the same feelings.  By halftime, I had downed a 25 ounce bottle of Innis and Gunn's latest special edition cask aged beer.  It was strong, but ultimately, merely average.  The effect though, was undeniable.  By the time I had treated myself to a bottle of Terrapin Brewey's excellent "Moohoo" Chocolate Milk Stout, I was reduced to a rabid fan, hiss, spitting, foaming at the mouth and yelling obscenities at my TV.  The experience was electric, with my help, the team stormed back form a huge deficit, forced overtime, scored first in overtime, and the game ended...

...in a fucking tie.  Apparently Samuel Smith's Nut Brown Ale was a poor choice for overtime.

Had it been a Packers vs Bears match-up a tie would've been acceptable.  Two storied franchises, slugging it out in another classic game for the ages, neither team giving an inch when push came to shove.  It would've been the kind of game where you hate for one team to lose because both have given enough to win.  It wasn't that kind of game.  The Vikings can never, EVER, give that sort of effort.  Ever.  They deserved to lose, they ALWAYS deserve to lose.  The mere admission that today they were equal to my beloved Packers is downright hateful.  Such is the nature of alcohol fueled, unbridled, hyper-biased, football fan-dom.

Packers 23, Vikings 23(FINAL)

A note on beer...

I used a popular social media outlet(rhymes with "space-nook"), to inform my alleged "friends" of what it was that I was drinking during today's contest.  Some of them are in to beer, most probably wondered who the idiot deluging their screens with useless updates was.  One of my associates(a whiskey drinker), apparently following one of the links I gave, noted that it was ridiculous that beer drinkers try and evaluate beer in the same way that other drinkers evaluate scotch, or wine.  It's beer, how complex can it be?  Having had some complex beers, it can be very complex, at least as complex as some of the whiskeys and wines I've sampled, and often moreso.  The observation, however, still carries weight.  Who gives a damn about the appearance, smell, taste, and mouthfeel of a beer?  It's beer!  Like most things, it should fall in to two simple categories, "I would drink this again," and, "I didn't care for this," just that easy.