|That's Smithwick's in the background.|
Then we piled on the bus. Now, given that this bus has no distant connection to beer, and given that it stayed well within the confines of Beervana, you'd expect the most macro beer would be what?--Widmer Hef? Wrong. Those LA boys had the bus full of Bud, Bud Light, and Modelo. When they ran out of beer (as, inevitably, they were destined to do in this town), I hollered "buy better beer!" The poor Fox employee--who, god bless him, was at work--looked a little stricken. What possibly could I have meant? He came back with Heineken.
Two things. First, Bud Light is irredeemable. I actually enjoy a decent macro. That Modelo did me no harm. Bud Light, though, has nothing to do with beer. It's fizzy and sweet without expressing the slightest hint of actual malt. By comparison, Heineken is a gorgeous, deep and resonant beer. I gave it an appreciative hoot. This, however, brings us to the second realization: for normal American males, this was the entire vista of beer: Bud Light to Heineken. Modelo is, along with Corona and Pacifico, the exotica that counts as "imported."
|Cobi Jones, in the scarf, at far left.|
Incidentally, they actually showed us the Spain-Croatia game, which sputtered and shorted with every bump in the road--just as reported. In the battle of the Catholics, Ireland lost, predictably, to the Italian club (it has the same number of people as Washington State). Cobi called the Portland-LA game last night, though, so he had some fascinating analysis of MLS. Bad beer, good times.
(Stay in the bubble.)
*That's soccer game to you yanks.
Update. A possibly incriminating photo documenting the event below the fold.