Posted on January 25, 2010 by mike
Throughout life we have the opportunity to see, feel, taste, and experience the world around us. One thing that I seem to find across the board is that everyone can name a song that reminds them of a specific time and place. For instance when I think of “Free Bird” by Lynard Skynard I think of riding the pontoon home off the lake, after dark, to beat a raging storm whose lighting I can see sparking off in the distance.
I’m sure all of you have similar songs that send you to a different place, even if it is just for a moment. So I’ve got a different question for you. Do you have a beer that every time you taste it or hear its name you are instantly whisked away to a memory in your life?
I have a few that I’d love to share over the course of time but one really sticks out to me today, and it could be because of the weather and I’m ready for spring to happen.
Last summer my brother and I went to a local minor league baseball game, the Redhawks. And like usual anytime the Biewer’s are going to do something outside, it was suppose to rain. We decided to go for it anyway and if it rained, who cared. We pulled into the lot, paid our parking and grabbed our tickets from the box office. I immediately saw something was wrong. The ticket didn’t look right. We had completely lucked out and scored a double header for the price of a regular game. Basically they were going to play 14 innings of baseball instead of 9. SCORE!
So we wandered to our seats and we ended up going past a beer stand that was selling Pabst Blue Ribbon pounders for 2 bucks up until the first pitch, limit 2. We grabbed two each and a set of score cards. My brother was going to teach me how to keep score in a game. We sat down and filled out our cards and drank our beers. It was about 5 minutes before the first pitch and we rushed up to get another 2 each for 2 bucks. I was intrigued to ask because I felt like we had been throwing dice all night and scoring big, so I asked the bartender what happened when the game was over. Would the beers be on special again until the opening pitch of the second game? She made my night by saying “Absolutely!”
So we watched the first game, kept score, ate sun seeds and drank PBR’s. Did it rain? Nope. The weather was calm, warm, and clear. It actually turned out to be one of the nicest nights I’ve seen in along time. The first game ended and we basically rinsed and repeated the process. PBR’s, seeds, scoring, and good brother to brother time.
Every time from there on, I taste the funky skunk of a PBR and think of a beautiful night of baseball with my brother. Every thing seeps away and the pleasure of a calm night and a good friend takes over.
So I’m curious, good or bad, do you have a beer memory?