Results tagged ‘ Beer ’

Teetotalled

teetotaling.jpgIt turns out that being a baseball fan could save your life.  And it’s probably not for the reason you think. 

How many baseball fans do you know who don’t drink?  Exactly.  Almost every single one does.  It’s a good way to pass the time while relievers are warming up or during a rain delay.  On those early spring and late fall days it’s also a good way to keep yourself warm, from the inside out.

Now it turns out that alcohol also makes you live longer.  They aren’t sure why.  They aren’t sure how.  But the study seems pretty stunning when you look at the numbers. 

Here’s what I propose.  Life is short.  Especially if you’re a teetotaler.  There’s no time to waste.  So you need to prepare yourself and gear up to take this challenge on the right way.  And when I say gear, I mean gear:

hops-holster.jpgLook, friends, this is serious business.  In fact, if you really want to avoid wasting time, you might also consider the following for when you absolutely have to break the seal:

bladder_buddy.jpgYes, those are bladder buddies peeking out the bottom of their pant legs.  But don’t judge them.  Really, these men are just doing their part to save their own lives.

Consider this a public safety announcement, RSBS style.  Now get out there and drink!

-A

Thanking the Carters

selleck_tigers.jpgSome things just don’t feel right unless they’re together.  Like, how can you have pizza without pepperoni?  Ok, yes, there is the Hawaiian but that’s a rare exception.  Or what about Tom Selleck without a mustache?  Catholicism without the pope…..or scandal.

Baseball is the same way but to an even greater degree.  In a way, baseball just isn’t baseball without them.  But if I had to choose just one thing that completes baseball, I’d say beer.

Now when I first went to games and was old enough to drink, the options were pretty limited.  Usually there was Bud, Bud Light, Miller Lite and maybe some sort of local favorite like Old Style.  But that has all changed in recent years.  When I visit Nats’ Park, I can choose between the regulars or something like Blue Moon.  Out in San Francisco one of the vendors had Anchor Steam on draft and that made me very happy.

It makes me wonder who I have to thank for all this malty and hoppy goodness.  What brave soul forged a path through uncharted wilderness to make sure that my ballpark experience lived up to my expectations?

The answer will probably surprise you as much as it surprised me: Jimmy Carter.

Yes, the man who is best known for growing peanuts, botching the hostage rescue and overseeing the oil shocks of the 70’s also inadvertently created the conditions for the microbrewery explosion that continues today.

So, the next time you’re at the park, skip the Bud and drink a microbrew for Jimmy instead.  If nothing else, it’s definitely better than a Billy Beer.

-A

The RSBS Podcast, Episode 4: Finally, Allen’s Krause… and Other Stuff

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And so in this Podcast…

Dear readers galore FINALLY get to meet THE one, the ONLY, Mr. Allen Krause as he joins Jeff and Johanna to discuss all things urgent, all things necessary.  And it’s all made possible by science.  And hard work.  And Skype.  Judge for yourself.  Among the titillating
topics of discussion: Strasburg as Jesus, the difference between anathema and an enema (it’s important), starting a Pete Rose for US WBC Team Player/Manager petition on Facebook, Gallaraga’s thingy, the Lou Piniella Mailbag and much,
much more!

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Recorded Wednesday, June 23, 2010

RSBS: Another Dimension

cricket crotch.jpgFor those of you dear readers who have read anything I’ve ever written, certainly, you know two things:

1) I love the Cardinals, beer and Star Wars

2) I thoroughly enjoy contemplating alternate dimensions

So right now I would like to put down my beer and recognize the clear possibility of an RSBS across the pond… one extremely hip, wildly successful, nauseatingly charming athletic-politico blog starring two witty and well-spoken geniuses… probably named Geoff and Allan…

…arguing over cricket, the etymology of “whisky” and who would win a naked, drunken, wet Irish street fight between Dave Cameron and Gordon Brown.

Of course, Geoff is the more brilliant of the two.

And Allan is probably a tosser.

Which is Posh for “Tigers fan”.

Hate me ‘cuz you think it’s cool, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.

Peace,

Jeff

The Filibuster

You guys make a lot of Bud Selig’s poor management of MLB.  If you could
take his place for one day and make one change, what would you change
and how do you think it would alter the game?

Harrison
Pontiac,
MI
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bud selig picking nose.jpgAww, gee, Harrison (insert overwhelming use of sarcasm), thanks a lot.  I only get one day and one change?  What’s the point?  You know this: It’s gonna take a lot more than just one day and one change to correct the myriad wrongs laid down by King Bud over the past 18 years.

Is it realistic to ban the Cardinals from losing 20 inning games?  No?  How about simply getting rid of the Royals franchise?  No?  Okay.  What about forcing opposing pitchers to only offer breaking balls in the dirt to Alfonso Soriano?  Fine.

Then I guess I would have to consider one of the obvious:

  • stop making it (the All-Star Game) “count” for anything other than a celebration of the best in the game
  • shorten spring training
  • eliminate the plethora of off-days during the playoffs
  • change the schedule back to 154 games
  • sew Barry Bonds’ mouth shut forever and ever, amen

But to be honest, none of the above would be worthy of my one day and my one change.  No.  If I only get one then I’m gonna focus on what’s really wrong with the game and fix that as soon as possible.  What would I do?

Allow MLB ballparks to serve beer after the 7th inning.

Imagine being at that 20 inning game on Saturday, soberly watching in extras, thirsty, parched, dried up… brat in hand but no suds to wash it down.  That, dear readers, is simply unacceptable.

Tragic. 

beer.JPGAnd it goes well beyond the frustration of watching a game go past nine innings without the comforts of a cold, frosty one.  Think about it: if you are really so blasted from drinking beer during the game, is that one and a half to two innings of sobriety really going to make it okay for you to operate a vehicle? 

No. 

If you are really that wasted from drinking beer during the game should you be driving home anyway?

Hell no.

Here’s what we do: tell everyone to drink responsibly.  People are or aren’t going to do that anyway, whether you serve beer after the 7th inning or not.

So please stop punishing me after the 7th inning.  Often times those last couple innings are the ones where I need the numbing powers of alcohol the most!  

Move over, Bud.  Let me make this change. 

Otherwise I’ll be forced to continue double-fisting when they holler out “last call”.

Hate me ‘cuz I finally bring logic to the discussion, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.

Peace,

Jeff

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***Images of King Bud in a dress also welcome. They exist. Trust us.

Shane Victorino Joins Jesus in Hating the Cubs

victorino beer.jpgAnd why wouldn’t he?

Picture it:

It’s the bottom of the fifth inning.  The Cubs are getting killed by the Phillies.  The bases are loaded and a high pop fly is hit to center field where Shane Victorino gets in position, sets himself to catch the ball and — SPLASH! — some idiot Cub fan in the bleachers tosses a beer down on the Flyin’ Hawaiian’s head.

What in the sam hell is goin’ on here?  Is it Do Something Stupid a la Glenn Beck night again at Wrigley?

Nope.  Just another day at the ironically coined “Friendly” Confines.

Victorino catches the ball anyway and tosses it back into the infield… but he is obviously rattled by the bush league shenanigans synonymous with the Cub faithful.

Dear readers, this ain’t no joke.  This really happened.  And it happened last night.

Yeah, yeah, a couple of not-so-intimidating ushers rushed down and apparently forced someone to leave… but was it the actual culprit whom they shooed away?  Replays make me wonder.  And was anything done to curb this type of innate dereliction?  Why, of course not!  This is what you get when you go to Wrigley Field: complete asinine behavior!

Look, I have done more than a lifetime’s worth of Cub-bashing on this site.  I know this.  And I don’t particularly like doing it.  I like to believe that I am fair in my critique because look, I get it: Not all Cub fans are delinquents (just the majority) and I even I get tired of saying the same things over and over again…

But somehow, some way, some day, I like to think this idiocy will eventually come to an end.

Though until we reach that day that will never come, Shane Victorino, no one will blame you for joining Jesus in his 100+ year plight:

There is a reason why Jesus hates the Cubs.

And pouring beer on an All-Star centerfielder while the ball is in play barely scratches the surface.

Hate me ‘cuz I’m relentless, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.

Peace,

Jeff

(*Image courtesy of Getty Images via Yahoo)

Beer and Prejudice

papi_manny.jpgI really should be talking about all the seismic events that have shaken the baseball universe over the past few days. New steroids revelations, gigantic trades, even bigger non-trades and it seems like each game has a bit more of an edge. But there’s nothing I can say that hasn’t already been said better by someone else. And that’s why I’m going to talk about a subject less fraught with peril. A subject that is not subject to the nefariousness of political infighting. A subject that is plainly, simply oh so delicious.

Beer.

Yep, beer. You can get it at a ballpark. You can sit at home drinking it while watching a ballgame. It’s social, it’s private and it’s not subject to politics. It’s not like the political discourse of a nation is going to suddenly hinge on the idea of four guys sitting around drinking a frosty brewed beverage while there are huge problems like health care staring us in the face. Right? Right?

Seriously man! When did beer become so important in politics? Don’t get me wrong, beer is important. I wouldn’t want to live in a world without beer (a somewhat ironic statement given my current circumstances). But beer as a prop in an oddly inflammatory racial brouhaha? What’s next, baseball getting pulled into a Supreme Court nomination?

Man, I really should just keep my mouth shut.

Happy Saturday!

-A

Baseball in First Class

jeff_allen_nats_pose.JPGA little over a month ago, Jeff and I had the pleasure of attending a couple Nationals’ games together. The first night was your usual ho-hum, Pujols hits a homer, sitting out in right field sort of affair. But the next day was the first time I ever sat behind home plate. It was, in a word, amazing.

You could see everything. Every pitch, every adjustment by the catcher and counter-adjustment by the batter. And if that wasn’t enough, we got to sit in the special seats. You know, the seats that get wiped off before you sit down. The seats that are cushioned. The seats where a waiter comes to take your order and ten minutes later your food appears. It was the baseball equivalent of flying First Class.

Days like that make you realize that not all change in baseball is bad. Bleacher seats, stale beer and even staler hotdogs are not essential to the enjoyment of the game. In fact, drinking a Blue Moon instead of an Old Style might even help you appreciate it a little bit more. Having space in your seat is nice and not having your neighbor sitting on top of you is beyond wonderful. Don’t get me wrong, Jeff’s a great guy and you couldn’t ask for a better friend or seatmate at a ballgame. But, well, maybe I’ll just let this video explain it for me:

Happy Friday!

-A

Credits:
-Video via The Daily Dish

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