“Let’s hope there’s beer.”
This quote can be attributed to multiple sources:
- Humans traveling toward a gathering of humans
- Especially me on the way to Thanksgiving
- Farm-focused Brewers fans reading organizational rankings this winter
I’m sorry to say there’s not.
Beer here, I mean.
Well, there is, but it’s at my desk with me, and maybe there at your location with you, but it’s not in this next sentence.
Maybe someday we’ll have that? There could be an advertisement on this page, and you’d click it, and a six pack would be teleported to your desk.
Where’s Bill Gates on this one?
Frightfully counting his billions, I guess.
Back in beer country, Milwaukee’s system has been fermenting fruits for years. From Keston Hiura to Brandon Woodruff to the straw Rumplestiltskin spun into Christian Yelich two years ago, nobody’s complaining over their Miller at Miller Park, even if the barley farm currently looks a semi-successful house party at 3 a.m.?Please, blog, may I have some more?