Red White and Brew 🇺🇸

Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and Chevrolet. Okay… I’m dating myself on that. That was the jingle from a commercial when I was a boy…to sell Chevrolet’s right (even someone Alyssa Milano stupid could have figured that one out). So what does this have to do with Independence Day? In a word…

Nothing.

I just had that jingle in my head and thought I’d put it out there. You could make an argument that it shows the link between patriotism and commercialism, but not here. Do that on your own blog. Today, we celebrate all of the things that make America great. No, I’m not talking about politics. Trump supporters, don’t get excited. Detractors, don’t get your asses up on your shoulders. I’m talking about the things that unite us. That’s right… cookouts and getting drunk off your ass on beer! Two things America does better than anybody. Going to a baseball game? That’s only so you can buy stadium beer. You gotta get drunk to sit through a five hour game where guys publicly scratch themselves. Going to a parade? Yeah, they are pretty cool, but we’re all doing it for the same reason. We want to kill time until the cookout starts and we can drink beer. Then, after eating burgers, hot dogs, ribs and everything else that has us near bursting (I don’t care if women are here, I’ve got to open my pants), we all watch the fireworks while occasionally excusing ourselves to use the bathroom and get more beer. After that, we go to the bathroom again and get more beer. (Vicious cycle, but no one’s trying to break it) So stay safe, drive safe and let’s stay drunk out there. You’ve got a four day weekend to do it, so drink up and enjoy. God Bless America and Coors. And Budweiser. And Sam Adams. And all the rest I’m too drunk to remember. 🇺🇸