Posts Tagged ‘Ohio’

The Tapes are back – fittingly in a week with a lot of DVR-worthy sports going on overnight. On Wednesday night/Thursday morning, for example, you had Tiger-Rory and Luke Donald in the same threesome (of golf, perverts) in Dubai at roughly the same time that Roger Federer and Rafa Nadal were facing off in the Australian Open semifinals.

So forgive us for looking haggard today.

* On Thursday, two Ohio women were arrested in South Dakota with 129 pounds of marijuana in their possession. That would be startling if weed were as heavy as, say, steel. But it’s not … or so I’m told. I mean, imagine if you had your car filled with 129 pounds of hamburger or decorative beads or tennis shoes. That’s just a lot of anything.
But because it’s ganja, a whole new theme develops: Did the car travel lighter because it was so high? Did it get the munchies and guzzle extra gas? Did it refuse to drive on pavement, proceeding only on grass?
I’ll be here all week.

* This whole Peyton Manning situation is getting ugly – and even before the team has drafted his probable replacement, Andrew Luck. He gave an interview and the Colts owner didn’t like the results. While this sort of public tiff is hardly unusual in the Twitter era, Manning has usually been above the fray. Makes you wonder if he’s mad enough to go all Brett Favre and, no, not flash his junk to a comely sideline-reporter type, but try to play somewhere else rather than grooming Luck.
And, yes, if you’re counting at home, that’s two weiner-photo references in two days. We aim to please.

* As someone who enjoys participating in lengthy Q&As with great writers, I really enjoyed this interview with SI’s Thomas Lake on his Sports Illustrated article about Michael Jordan’s high school coach, Pop Herring. Brandon Sneed did the interview for his site. Oh, and segue, next week on TVFury, the return of The Fury Files with Michael Kruse of the Tampa Bay Times.

* Somewhat amusingly, Nickelback is sick of being picked on on Twitter and is striking back, returning fire to users who crack jokes about the band.

* The New York Times published an interesting look at the Rhodes Scholar candidacy of star Yale quarterback Patrick Witt. Originally, it was reported that Witt dropped out of pursuing the honor so he could play against Harvard. People loved that commitment to the team. It turns out it was a bit more complicated than that and involved a sexual assault charge.

I’ve drank (drunk? drinkeded?) from the Holy Grail. And it was good.

OK, maybe that’s a tad overdramatic in the way that the “snakebite” celebration used by the Arizona Diamondbacks was a tad annoying. But I really did sample Yuengling beer in Pittsburgh over the weekend and it proved as solid as promised by several friends.

Smooth. That’s the best way to describe it given my simple palate. In fact, it went down so easy that I was confused – is this a quality craft beer or cheap, watered-down keg brew? Of course, I also thought it was Asian upon hearing the name, so …

And like every cult favorite, there’s a cool back story – parts of which may or may not be true. The Wikipedia entry is pretty lengthy and indeed confirms hat Yuengling is the oldest brewery in America. Nice.

What’s less clear is why the brand hasn’t gone national. It has breweries in Pennsylvania and Florida and is available in a limited number of states. Neighboring Ohio was just brought into the fray last week. The Wiki entry references union and financial issues and local lore – at least, according to the one Pennsylvanian I know – is that the company has never had enough money to go big time.

So maybe Yuengling just didn’t want to grow. Or maybe it couldn’t grow (although that seems unlikely since the POTUS has given it his unofficial endorsement).

This is part of what makes the food and beverage industry so fascinating. Some go big and others stay (relatively) small, some by force and others by choice. It’s not always (and maybe hardly ever) about quality. And I’m pretty OK with that.

Take Spotted Cow, for example, another local beer. You can’t get it outside of Wisconsin, where it’s made. On one hand, that’s frustrating. But it also adds a layer of romance. I savor the flavor (I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it) whenever it hits my lips and once brought back a six pack for future consumption. (And, for the record, I’m a one-beer guy. Seriously. Total lightweight.) Being able to have it all the time might ruin the experience.

I won’t forget you, Yuengling, my new friend. One day, we’ll meet again.