This looks like it’s on the fast track to becoming The Other Fifteen’s inaugural meme. I figured I’d take my crack. I don’t even say the word “sports” after that!
But seriously: Bell’s Oberon Ale just might be the best beer to grace God’s green earth.
But, unlike JD’s riff on Dogfish Head, I am not simply giving a brewery free advertising. I am a Michigander. We of the great state of Meeeeeeeeechiguuuun have come to appreciate our world-famous microbrewery (if one can even call it that anymore).
Everyone, from your old Polish uncle who kinda looks like Jim Leyland and drives a shitty 80s Ford to the hipster U-M student who has beard and has a bike because it’s more eco-friendly, drinks Oberon (if they are actually thinking about drinking something good, that is…I’ve never seen it at a keg at a party or anything). It might as well run through our blood. Stroh’s had a similar effect in our hearts at one point, but then Pabst bought it and moved the brewery to some jerkoff place like Milwaukee. Now you can still find it at shady party stores across Michigan. About $12 can get you a dirty thirty.
I digress. My point is that Oberon+Tigers games=summer. And I can at the very least, keep one part of my former college summers alive with Oberon. But it took work: Missouri, where I live now, has shitty beer. It’s Budweiser or nothing, basically. You have to make special trips to find any liquor store that would have brews not made in St. Louis by InBev (ohhh! BURN!). I found one such place, however. It is 30 miles away. This place sells Oberon. I could (conceivably) die a happy man in Missouri (but probably not).
I heartily recommend it if you live anywhere in the Midwestern United States. Except Chicago, because their beer laws have some sort of monopoly preventing Bell’s from operating there. You know, Chicago politics and shit.
But anywhere else? You’re golden. Give it a taste, maybe you’ll become a Tigers fan.
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