When we got to Lansing it was too late to do anything like shop for beer. We had a hotel pool to cannonball into, then a supper to find as well as a baseball game to attend. The tickets seven rows back of home were nine bucks, my Two Hearted Ale was four-fifty with dinner and huge mug of Miller at the game was six. It was all good. The Miller was perfect on a hot hot evening, sweet corn and grainy barley with none of the off tastes like boiled veg and damp cardboard that too many of the basic macro brews get labeled with. Cooling with no bothersome strength to speak of. A craft beer would be spoiled by the temperature that I wanted with this stinking mid-western humidity.
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Perno – August 11, 2009 5:52 PM
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Totally agree, I always have a cold Miller Lite and a bag of peanuts at the ballgame.
Knut Albert Solem – August 12, 2009 8:41 AM
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Well. A good craft pilsener would certainly do the trick, said the European.
Alan – August 12, 2009 9:03 AM
Not for me – just when you are thinking about how the crispness of the hops melds with the richness of the malt someone gets tagged off at third by the catcher and you miss the whole play. If you want to focus on the beer, well, go to a bar or better still the backyard.
Alan – August 13, 2009 9:31 AM
As it turns out, this rule only applies so far to good old regular Miller. Is that properly named Miller High Life? Anyway, Miller Genuine Draft and Bud Select both fail the ball park beer rule. Plastic. One word. Plastic.