So, it's a slow Friday. Outside of watching the Red Sox kill the Yankees, I have a wedding to attend. Which means I will miss the end of Game 2 tomorrow. No problem. The wedding should provide me with something to be pissed off about. So I deleted a post yesterday. It was so scattered that upon reading it this morning, I thought, jesus christ keywork, this shit won't work. It's bad when you can't understand something that you just wrote. It was about how and why I drink cheap beer but then it turned into a memorial and ended with a nasty stab at beer snobbery. So, Uncle Roy, Rest in the Ground, you died this year so here is your post.
Uncle Roy was a friend of my parents. Roy introduced me to baseball and beer. And a few dirty jokes. Roy was a big Cubs fan that didn't live to see them win a World Series. So, in honor of the Cubs' run for the playoffs, here are a few things I learned from Roy Gorley.
Roy taught me the importance of free beer. It may taste like piss, but you'll get a good buzz if you drink enough of them. It's not so much WHAT you're drinking, it's THAT you're drinking.
2.Baseball is Like Life
Ok, never really figured that one out. Thanks anyway, Roy
3."Your Dad drank alot when he was younger"
Thanks, Roy, but I''m pretty sure he was drunk when agreed to adopt me. Good looking out.
4."It's Natural Light"
It still is Roy, it still is.
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6 comments:
My older brother and his band used to practice in our garage when I was a kid. By practice, I mean drink. My friends and I would sneak in there after they were good and sloshed and drink their beer.
Until the day I discovered how convenient a urine receptacle a beer bottle makes for a teen boy.
To this day, I can't drink yellow beer. It tastes like piss. I know this.
Yeah, that probably would have done it for me. Luckily, I know that boys pee in bottles, so this has never happened to me. I have peed in a few bottles and beds for that matter. I know this.
Beer recycling is a bit more complicated for us ladies.
Depends on who you hang out with. If you don't mind carrying around a funnel that smells like piss, you can steal that idea.
You can call it the Vunnel.
Natty light: GAG!!
Red Sox: Woo hoo!!
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