Let us all bask in … Beer
I love beer. If you don’t love beer, you may as well stop reading since this post isn’t for you. But for the rest of us, it’s a perfect excuse to get our nostalgia charged up and our taste buds watering.
So, yes, I love beer. I can think of several occasions that are suited to drinking it (okay, nearly every occasion). Many of these, like softball games and manning the BBQ grill, are near-perfect marriages. But I have a hard time coming up with anything so absolutely perfect for beer as a football game. Sure, you could argue baseball or what have you, but the tailgating investment at football requires a whole different level of commitment. You’re out there for 5-6 hours at minimum. That doesn’t just lend itself to beer: It demands it.
And while this, this tailgating dedication to the art of enjoying beer, is an important part of any football-related beer fest, I do believe the schools who take it to the next level, and allow beer sales at the game itself, are doing right by the world.
(Of course, don’t take my word for it — check out what these guys are saying).
West Virginia? I salute thee. Louisiana-Lafayette? I salute thee. Anyone else who isn’t really, really dumb? I salute thee.
One of my favorite game experiences was at the aforementioned Ragin’ Cajuns stadium. They allowed beer in the stadium, and it was a glorious thing. I sipped. I chugged. I conquered the miserable elements/football with my spirit intact, and the beer thing left an undelible mark on my soul.
This was how it was supposed to be.
But even if it can’t always be like that (why not, again?), we can still all enjoy our beer (in the parking lot) and our football, and live the good life.
I love beer.