Alcohol and Athletics

I read a beer article today. I read a fitness article today. Where it went wrong was that they were one in the same. Look, as a former college athlete and a person of sound mind I know that drinking beer, especially in excessive amounts, is counteractive to having that hot summer bod you’ve been striving for. Even my own impressive beer consumption has led to a not so impressive guttural increase – which is also why I now like to mix in the vodka and sodas between workouts.

I'll Take Ten, Please

The aforementioned article states that they took their editors and ten beers for a blind taste test with the goal of selecting the best low calorie beer. The problem from the very start of their mission was that the ten beers they tested were the shittiest of shit beers: Coors Light, Miller Lite, Heineken Light and so on. This is similar to figuring out who is the smartest in a room of retards. I honestly shouldn’t have continued with the article when I saw who they crowned as light beer numero uno – Bud Light. One editor actually made the comment of, “It’s what a beer should taste like.” I was so angered by this statement that I plan on acquiring her whereabouts so that I can pour battery acid on her tongue. The runner up was Sam Adams Light. Their remarks about this one: “We loved the nutty, complex flavors.” You would like nuts…

I could go on about why I hate every ounce of text that is now embedded into the interweb and my now pure distain for those who contributed to it, but I’m fairly certain that one or more veins in my head might burst. Maybe I’ll just send them a case of O’Doul’s dosed in kerosene with box of matches and a fill-in-the-blank suicide note since they clearly should never write a single word of anything about anything else ever again.

May Your Taste Buds and Souls Burn, Fitness Wenches

Must Be March

Until recently, I was completely unaware of how busy March can be. You have St. Patrick’s Day, filled with those who feel the need to drink shitty beer tainted further with green food coloring. They drink in honor of the patron saint of Ireland, a man that they have no connection to or clue about, until they spew ectoplasm on their four leaf clover laden lawns. I also have not-so-fond memories of kids pinching me when my pre-adolescent Alzheimer’s would kick in and cause me to forget to wear something green. This would then lead to me getting into a considerable amount of trouble for swiftly knocking my accoster in the head with my hand or whatever object I happen to be holding. Obviously the second official color of St. Patrick’s Day is blackandblue.

Nothing About This is Appealing

Then there’s March Madness. Those who have no interest or knowledge in college basketball all of a sudden become Xerox versions of Dick Vitale – a person who I can’t stand… baby. Everyone runs around going “Did you fill out your bracket!? Did you fill out your bracket!?!” Yes, I filled every blank with “piss off.” I really think I have a shot at winning the pool this year!

However, most importantly amongst my friends, it is also March Mustache. They refuse to bring a blade to their upper lip and race to see who can produce the ultimate ‘stache. Beards are not allowed, even if they just happen to be connected to the mother load of a mustache. And, not to be left out or outdone, a small group of us ladies are now sporting mustache necklaces. A curly tipped, handlebar mustache hangs around our necks which can snuggly be placed below our noses when the time sees fit – which is all the time. If that were not enough, the end of the month brings “Stache Bash!” This will be a fuzzy-faced, drunken debacle where the whiskered winner shall be crowned.

Burt Likey the Mustache

So, all in all, there’s a lot going on in March. I feel as though it may be a little much and should all be consolidated into one act on one day. Maybe something like: Drunk Mustachioed Irish Basketball Players Who Pinch Children While They Fill Out Brackets of Beards Day.

Yeah, that works.

As if there weren't enough to keep track of, here are a few other holidays that take place in March:

3 – If Pets Had Thumbs Day

7 – National Crown Roast of Pork Day

14 – Learn About Butterflies Day

20 – Extraterrestrial Abductions Day

28 – Something on a Stick Day

31 – Bunsen Burner Day

If you're interested in joining the ranks of my closest lady friends, check out this link for a mustache necklaces like the ones we're wearing.
MUSTACHE STYLE!

Long Overdue Beer Update

BEER #1

I’m a fan of vanilla. It’s typically a flavor I pair with my coffees. Well, that and various alcoholic upgrades. It only makes sense that I would enjoy it when mixed with one of my other favorite beverages – beer! So, on this particular day it was Breckenridge’s Vanilla Porter. It was brought to me in a bottle with a label that contained the bolded words “REMARKABLE” and “PARKTAKABLE.” I was sold immediately. When poured, it was a solid dark brown with just shy of an inch of creamy, off-white head. Oooo, pretty.

The smell: malt and vanilla – SCORE.

The taste: maybe I got too excited about the vanilla. It wasn’t exactly on the forefront. The malt was, but the vanilla was too subtle for me. I wasn’t looking for a sugar rush, but it just wasn’t as prevalent as I would have wanted. Still, the feel was smooth and drinkable. All in all, it was a solid vanilla porter for those who don’t want to be bowled over with an excessive vanilla flavor.

BEER #2

I had a Black n Tan. That means Bass and Guinness. It was delicious, as usual. Here's a picture of an alpaca.

BEER #3

Doppelbock, doppelbock, dobbelbock. Now you say it. Fun, huh? That was the main reason for trying the Gordon Biersch Winter Bock. I pointed at it and said, "I will have this doppelbock." When brought I politely thanked her for my doppelbock and then went into my usual tasting process.

Since doppelbocks are typically very heavy beers, it's no shocker that it pours dark and a little on the thick side - insert joke that goes along the lines of "That's how I like my women." The G.B. Winter Bock did have a slight red/cherry hue to it. Smelling it led way to a lot of malt and a subtle sweetness. The taste was bold and malty with hints of dark fruit and maybe a little caramel. I was slightly surprised how much I liked it. DOPPELBOCK.

I lift my glass to you as I continue on my journey. Cheers, mates.