Wednesday, March 13, 2019

2019 at the Owl

The pathetic level of my posts can not be over stated ... or more precisely understated ... they merely, simply, virtually don’t exist. What could be more useless than that?  Yep ... well that’s me of late ... useless and lagging. BUT ... there is light at the end of the wondering tunnel ... or at least a flicker ...  I have so much to say ... and so little skill to say it. Fortunately for ya’ll I’m listening to Sade and drinking an IPA that was decorated by Ralph Steadman. Yep ... figure that shit out Pilgrims.
So get on with it you are thinking ... and I share that notion ... so I will borrow from a recent email to my best buds ...
As most of you know the Men’s Restroom in the Owl Club contains a urinal and a traditional toilet. To my thinking this makes the thing a 2-howler and so I don’t lock the door when I use it to urinate. I have noticed that a lot of tender and sensitive girly boys always lock the door behind them though ... to apparently protect their sensitive nature ... or whatever ... anyway there I was at the urinal easing my peanut sized bladder when I hear the door open behind me ... it’s one of those timid fellas who scolds me that I forgot to lock the door ... when I exit I point out to him there are indeed two receptacles and hence no waiting and that it was indeed he who as responsible for misunderstanding the situation and not my lack of door locking. He had nothing to say to that.
Naturally after another pint of Drakes Aroma Coma my bladder calls again so I have to make another trip to the head ... of course it’s locked and I have to wait a couple of minutes ... and then who comes out? Yep ... girly boy ... who I just shake my head at as he quickly slithers away ... back to his Crabapple Cider I assume.
I go in and assume the age ole position at the urinal and soon hear the door lock behind me ... and then the scents of a female. I of course just keep on peeing and then she asks me why I didn’t lock the door ... I told her “Well it’s a 2-holer Ma’am and people need to pee”. To that she replies “Well that’s right so I guess you won’t mind if I do just that” and proceeded to ensconce herself on the facilities.
I suppose I should have been more of a gentleman and just stayed at the urinal until she was done but she apparently wanted to talk so I just finished up ... washed my hands and stood and talked to her until she finished. She informed me that she knew I was a famous local beer guy and that her girlfriend was scared to talk to me ... I told her to go get her and maybe we could have a pee together sometime.
We laughed and then I unlocked the door and we exited ... and there waiting was two guys with startled looks on their faces. She tells them “Hey ... it’s a two holes you can both go in” ... but of course only one of them went in and so she looks back at them and says “Pussies!!”
We went back to our respective bar stools at opposite ends of The Owl Club and a couple minutes later a pint gets delivered to me ... she bought me a round and we cheered each other from afar. And so the night went on ... the world is definitely a-changin.

Saturday, December 22, 2018

Damn ... almost failed to add a single entry in 2018 ... yet here it uselessly is. A year of strangeness to be sure. Pathetic physical presence and a brain of mush. In-between there were several worthy bears in the mix. I wish I’d remember what the hell they are ... something from El Segundo Brewing was good and Altamont remains a favorite yet the huge new Russian River facility in Windsor deserves the spotlight ... well done Vinnie ... and Natalie too since I’ve been very aware of her real power for years now.
Too many freakin Hazies damn it ... And don’t get me started ... oh no ... not right now bitches ...
OK ... what else? ... yep ... Go Chiefs!!!

Friday, April 28, 2017

Does this thing work anymore?

It was a bit difficult to find my old Hop Hunter blog among all the new hop hunters out there and of course the Sierra Nevada beer of that name.
Perhaps if I wrote on it more often it wouldn't get buried so far under the beer rubble.
Lets see what this does and go from there.
Go Chiefs.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Hop Hunter Eye Pee Eh?

You all probably thought I was dead, moved to Torrance.... or maybe turned into a heroin addict or a daiquiri drinker .... but none of that would be true.... Over the years I've been diagnosed with extreme apathy and severe laziness. One beer at a time... or maybe sometimes six.
So what reason do I have for rearing my head up now?
Well of course it's Sierra Nevada's new beer called ... ta da! "Hop Hunter IPA".
I have to admit I chuckled a bit when I first became aware of them copying my blog name for their new special wunderkind secret groundbreaking hop oil process offering.
And yeah ... I know I have no real legal hold on that name that I've been using for a decade or so ... but none the less I've kind of grown fond of that handle and it's a little disturbing to see it just scooped up and added to the impressive stable of SNB beers.
And hey... don't get me wrong ... I love Sierra Nevada Brews ... always have... I think there are virtually no better beer values in the beer market place today...
I'm naturally curious about, but will probably never know, if someone associated with the company knew about my little blog (that perhaps as many as seven or eight people have actually ever read)  or somewhere heard the name used and passed it along up the chain of command to the position it currently occupies as the greatest and latest SNB IPA release.
I always considered it a somewhat clever and very apropos name for me considering my beer wanderings and growler collecting  ... but I also know that others would certainly be capable of coming up with that title on their own as well.
So yeah... they have it now... we have to share... and I can't be bitter ... a little annoyed maybe ... but not so annoyed that a few cases of that fine IPA sent to my home in Roseville wouldn't cure.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Spring Ball

We just got back from a weekend in the greater Phoenix area where my bride and I attended three Major League baseball Spring Training sites.
We actually started our first day with a nice drive up to Sedona and lunch at Oak Creek Brewing. Their brews were solid but not spectacular....and at $6 a pint I thought them a bit too proud of their pedestrian offerings.
Our first tickets were to a night game at Peoria Sports Complex home of the San Diego Padres and Seattle Mariners. We had tickets right behind home plate to see the Padres hosting the San Francisco Giants. We got to the park early and so naturally took a stroll around the entire field chatting up vendors and watching starting Giants pitcher Barry Zito go through his bizarre pre-game stretching exercises. They didn't help as he struggled with the home plate umpires bizarre strike zone gave up five runs in three innings. We ended up sampling a couple of the local breweries Pale Ale...including a nice one from SanTan brewing in Chandler. The Giants came back with a 7 run sixth inning that included a Pablo Sandoval mammoth home run to the left center field grass seats. The Padres ended up winning by scoring 3 runs in the 8th.
On Saturday we had tickets to the Angels vs Cubs at Hohokam Stadium in Mesa. The mid day temperature reached 90 degrees so we continually cooled ourselves with Old Style beer from Chicago. Albert Pujols put his new Angel team up 2-0 with a huge first pitch home run in the first inning. Later (in the third inning I believe) he made a total bone head play and started to trot off the field after making a putout. Trouble was it was only the 2nd out of the inning. Yeah we thought....over a 100 million dollar contract and can't remember how many outs there are. My uber friendly and professionally obnoxious brother-in-law let the Angel fans have it over that gaff...even though he was rooting for the Angels in the game. He's an equal opportunity jokester and no one is safe from his barbs.
The worst part of the event was the final score of 3-3 after 10 innings. Seems that some spring training game rule that we had no clue to....and were not happy about. So naturally we stopped at the local beer market... gathered some supplies and then headed back to the casa for a dip in the chilly pool. Beer and ribs for dinner. Not a bad day.
It sounds like it ended innocently enough...which really wasn't the case at all. Jimbo and I stayed up till after midnight drinking bullshitting and taking refreshing dips in the pool. The loud music was apparently tolerated by all the neighbors who ignored us aside from shutting the garage door for us. We forgot to close it because I think we were carrying too much beer...yeah...that's it.
The next day started a little foggier but by the time we had breakfast and a few beers at SanTan Brewing we were ready for some more baseball.
We drove out to Glendale...West of Phoenix to the White Sox/Dodger facility. I don't think I've ever seen so many full sized ball fields in all my life. I counted 9 but wasn't sure I even seen them all. The game was won by the hometown Arizona Diamondbacks who were actually the visiting team in that Dodger compound. There was a few wind aided home runs including one that bounced off the Dodger left fielders mitt and over the fence. We never did catch his name and assumed he'd be on his way to AA ball after that hilarious play anyway. The beer of the day there was 24oz bottles of Sierra Nevada Torpedo....a rare and wondrous find. On the trip home we made a quick stop at Four Peaks Brewing for growlers of their nice Hop Knot IPA.
The evening was spent with more BBQing and the draining of all the beer in the fridge. Only an Amstel light remained...and no one was interested in that after the last bottle of Fire Stone Walker Double Jack.
Monday was for flying home and ended with a stop at Rubicon Brewing in Sacramento.
May have to make this Spring Training Baseball a yearly plan...they have another half dozen stadiums to see plus more breweries to visit. Hard to go wrong with that double play combo.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Peyton Place

I've made that little dumb joke several time since the Colts released Manning and I realize that unless the person I'm talking to is pretty old they just don't get it. I guess that show was on TV a really long time ago. Not that I ever watched the stupid lame thing.
Speaking of stupid lame things....I busted out laughing today when I heard that three Broncos players were suspended for the first 4 or 6 games this coming season for positive drug tests. The very day that Manning is flown into town by the teams private jet for a tour of the facilities and whatever else Elway can do to convince Pay-a Ton to come play for his crappy squad. Maybe Tebow will be the running back.
I swear no one could make this shit up.
BUT....that is not even the stupidest thing I read..... that would be the report that the Washington Redskins are going to trade their first (6th pick overall) and second round picks this year with St Louis to move up to the second spot to pick Baylor QB Robert Griffin III. They also have to give St Louis their first round picks in 2013 and 2014. Are you fucking kidding me? Really?
Wow....If it's true ... then that St Louis GM should already be awarded GM of the year.
Hard to believe Washington would do that..... must be a typo or something. No one's that stupid are they? Not even shadyham.
But it will be interesting to see where Manning chooses to play...and hopefully it won't be some where that he has to worry about the Saints putting a bounty on his neck.

Saturday, February 25, 2012


It's a rare and humbling phenomenon ... this Auburn Ale House Triple IPA that somehow ended up with my mug on it along with the hilarious catch phrase "Drink to be Sober".
It is an interesting tale, an idea born at the end of one epic that may have created another. As the dying embers of an enchanted hop evening was about to ride off into the sunset of drunkin oblivion Brian Ford and I found ourselves surrounded by the remains of 50+ growlers from around the Western lands wondering "Now what do we do?"
Naturally we did what we often do....sitting with yet another pint creating stupid, and sometimes useful, beer names and slogans.
As best I can recall from that haze of washout memories it was a chance observation of my beard almost falling into the hoppy concoction in front of me or Brian thinking that somehow my scruffy facial hair might make a good cartoon character....In any event after a few free word associations later we both blurted out what came to be the obvious destination of our foolery ....."ZZ Hop!"
For me it was all just good fun and an idea that would have died....but Brian....being the clever, industrious and forward thinking lad that he is had the foresight to scribble it down on the brew board to be found later by a more rational clear thinking version of himself.
Unbeknownst to myself Brian started formulating his Triple IPA recipe during the ensuing months and hatching his diabolical plan to introduce his latest Frankenstein brew creation to the public at the next running of The Bistro's Double/Triple IPA fest that occurs every February as part of San Francisco Beer Week.
For me it is a great tribute that I have trouble wrapping my head around most of the time. Oh how is the beer you say? Good question ... I was fortunate to sample it several times in the brewing process and it put a smile on my face right from the start with it's yellow/Gold pale appearance and smooth reeking Hops flavors.
Today I will actually be sampling the ZZ again at the Sam Horne's Tavern "Folsom Hop Rodeo" along with a dozen or so other extreme IPA's. After that it's off to Sacramento Beer Week's big brew fest at Cal Expo....I'm thinking by the time I ride my bike to Folsom....check out the hoppy brews that Dylan has gathered and then make it out to the fest with The Beer Geek there will be few beers that will still be standing up to my wrecked palate.... Can't wait. As my good buddy Rick likes to say....'Life is good'