It's the RMS, so the honorary beer-o-the-week is, as always, Buff Gold. Previously, I've talked about how you can spice up the standard golden ale by dropping in a shot of Buffalo Trace bourbon to make a 'Buffalo Maker.' Advancing the concept further, why not make it a hybrid drop-shot of Trace and local agave spirit Tatanka? Yeah, I know, that sounds rough, but football is meant for the tough of spirit, so you deserve a beverage to match.
The 'real' beer for this week is an old non-favorite. Submitted for your approval, I present the offspring of a marketing machine with a plan. A marketing machine who wantonly leeches on the consumer's cardboard palate, while simultaneously wrapping itself in whatever flavor of the American Dream once existed under the Eisenhower administration. A marketing machine not of this continent that posits to speak for the beer drinkers of this great nation. Yep, I'm of course talking about Budweiser 'heavy,' or, as it has bizarrely taken to call itself this summer, 'America,' and it's my gameday beer-o-the-week.
|'America?' But you're fucking Belgian!|
By now, I'm used to people of all ilks appropriating the Stars and Stripes for their own purposes; that in and of itself may be as American as the apple pie of legend. However, this attempt is so brazen, so hilarious in its origin, as to piss me the hell off. Fuck this beer, and fuck the company that put it on shelves. Enjoy it at the peril of your very soul.
... on second thought, go with the Buff Gold.
Happy Friday! Go Buffs, get that 'W!'