

From more than 5,200 miles away: My first Samuel Adams
I'm a new Sox fan and I learned about these in the ad with Garrett Crochet and even though this is the only variant I found (Because here in the south we don't import american beers), I'm ready to try it with my wife!
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Mrs. Met and I...
I am not sure this post belongs here.
Saturday night was rough. I started watching the game at the bar with a few friends. We were down 3-0 in the third inning. Not too bad, we had a chance to come back. Next thing I know it is 11-0. I started pounding some shots.
My so-called friends cleared out and left me alone. I order a drink and notice a familiar face down at the corner of the bar. I couldn't believe it, it was Mrs. Met. She was even more drunk than me. Downing Big Jacks (Bigelow Tea with Jack Daniels) one after the other.
I will spare the gory details, but when Jan lets out her ponytail it was game on. She kept yelling game 6 and the ball gets by Buckner. The entire evening was peanuts and cracker jacks. I woke up this morning smelling like pine tar and new batting gloves.
We don't think Mr. Met knows but we are not sure. It was an accident. A bit too much Titos and that round head looked so damn good.
I miss her already.
Responsible but no prison. Huh.
Franco found criminally responsible for abuse, won't serve prison time