Well, that didn't go according to plan. You see, that's the thing about sports - it's a zero sum game. For every hero, there is a goat. For every winner, a loser. For everyone who becomes Mr. Popular in the blink of an eye, there's someone who may want to sleep with one eye open for a few nights. There's a kid in Penn State's locker room who as of today very clearly won't go down in history. Well, let me take that back, he'll go down in history, just not the right kind of history. What everyone will conveniently ignore is that team sports are played by teams, and anyone who stepped on the field could have made one more play to change the game. But they didn't, and here we are. Losing sucks under all circumstances, and I refuse to accept it.
Today's beer is the Nostradamus, a strong dark ale from Brasserie Caracole. In the glass, this beer has a dark chestnut color, and a huge tan head. It looks more like a root beer float than a beer, in fact. The aroma is filled with stone fruit, figs, and leather, and the taste has notes of cocoa, leather, figs, raisins, malt, and plums. A big beer at 9% ABV, Nostradamus has a thin mouth feel, and would be the perfect beer for a cool, autumn evening.
Thing to Think About Today:
It's obvious that Penn State needs more confidence, more enthusiasm, more... (dare I say) swagger. We were watching a re-run of How I Met Your Mother last night, and after being proven correct when people thought he was wrog, Barney dropped a great quote, "Who's the man now, Leroy?" What most everyone in the world doesn't know, is that he was channeling one of the most confident, cocky, um.....swagger-y characters in the history of film: Sho'nuff, the Shogun of Harlem.
"Am I the baddest Mo Fo low down around this town? SHO'NUFF!"