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Well done to the Cubs - no question they deserved to win this series. This is the most dangerous team in baseball right now, and may be for years to come.

Any team that spends $307 million and fields a team like that deserves to lose. Also, fuck Zack Greinke for a petulant, whiny little shit-eater.

That description of marzen is concise and precise. One of my least favorite beer styles.

The first beer I poured down a sink was Ed’s Cave Creek Chili beer. It was execrable - shitty lager with a single greenish-white chili. Godawful.

“So here’s some dickhead, wearing a Yuengling shirt.”

My brother is rejoicing today - he imparted to me years ago his favorite nickname for the former GM:

Welsh kids love Shrek - what can you say.

Duchesse de Bourgogne is my favorite Flanders red ale, and De Struise bottles a Flanders oud bruin called Ypres Reserva which is simply fantastic. Lighter in character but still awesome is Brouwerij Alvinne’s Wild West.

A reviewer (not myself) once wrote of Creed that he wanted to turn loose “Sampson the twisted prison guard” upon them. I agree that the Doors are insufferable, but Creed is insufferable and fucking banal. Hideous, dull, dull, dull, hideous.

This is of course the wrong fight to argue about. Who would win between Superman and Dr. Manhattan?

Today’s press conference:

Shouldn’t it have this on its face?

“so that fanboys shit their dicks”

I watched this over and over and over, and the one phrase from that clip that I remembered was “distribution brilliant”.

The actual worst are those that say “Reecee” eliminating the final “s”.

Stag - Golden Quality since 1851. Good enough for my grandfather (as I’ve stated in these pages previously) so it’s good enough for me. My brother and sister think I’m a hammerheaded gargoyle for spending money on this beer, but I always get some when I travel home to Little Egypt (Southern Illinois).

There I sat, a 5-year-old kid at a beautiful national park on vacation with my family. Early morning, and in my hand was a warm cinnamon roll with icing - one of my favorite things ever. I took a bite, and the yellow jacket that also highly esteemed cinnamon rolls and had landed on mine stung me viciously in the roof…

What a hammerhead.

Pujols may not be the fearsome hitter he once was, but he still has that fucking stare. Additionally, Pujols’ forearm is as big around as this spindly little shit’s neck is.