I got the shit kicked out of me in Wisconsin once. Forget it!

I worked at the Brickskeller in DC in the early 90s. We were one of the first bars to really focus on beers, so all employees had to go through beer class (rough, I know) taught by a serious beer geek who used to pal around with Michael Jackson. Anyway, in around 1992 I came across a case of 1986 Sierra Nevada…