coerced by Jeffrey to participate, even though I was trying to get ready for tomorrow’s Frankenbike, which, while not beer related, is ever so much more potentially painful and scarring. And by that, I mean good. Painful yes, but good. Anyway, flights were small and quick: Jeffrey & I (yes, we were paired together to judge) rolled through Alts, Oktoberfests, English and Imperial IPAs, and part of the Specialty Beers category. Some good beers, and also some bad ones, but all in all a good time. That Midnight Sleigh Ride was a fantastic voyage. And an easy point on the day, unlike this coming weekend. For all the results, see here. Highlight of the day: writing on a score sheet that the malt profile of an English IPA tasted “too
American,” and then finding out that it was Chris Wyatt’s beer. Ah, the deliciousness. For those of you that don’t get the joke, Chris Wyatt is—how to best put this?—proudly and unabashedly British. As in from England. And for those of you who still don’t get the joke, well, too bad. I’d offer to draw you a diagram, but since I don’t really mean it, that’s just bad faith. Coming from the man whose comedy touchstone is the enjoyment he finds in explaining his own jokes, that’s saying something. And if you don’t get the concept of bad faith, then you’re probably a Republican. Can I get an amen?
(9/8/2012)
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