Saturday, August 05, 2006
Cheap Trick ‘At Budakon: The Complete Concert’
I am sorry to say that I have no pictures from the Grasshoppers Thirsty Thursday night at the ballpark. I took the camera, but with the crowd I felt it unwise thing to be carrying around a digital camera that I wouldn’t be able to replace if broken. I left that joker in the van.
Besides, there weren’t too many photo ops to be had.
I got there early and set the van up to play Rock 92’s broadcast then I found a somewhat comfortable stool over at the Grandstand in left field. I partook of a couple of cheaply priced Buckshot beers from Natty Greene’s on tap at the bar. The skies were threatening with dark clouds and there was lightning to the south and east of us. And when the rain starting hitting the hot concrete, I decided that it would be a good idea to close up the van and unplug it’s electrical supply.
Mother Nature deceived us. She opened up her arms and allowed professional baseball to be played on her sweet earth. The masses heard the beer sirens calling and finally arrived once the threat of bad weather subsided.
I think there were more people on the concourse drinking beer and socializing than there were in the stands watching the game. Thirsty Thursdays seem to run that way with everyone having a good time.
Brad “Hinzy” Hines joined me and his peeps from the Burlington Indians were there hoisting a few adult beverages and having a good time.
I did manage to find out that the Hoppers had won, but I don’t really think anyone cared. I get the feeling that baseball has fallen out of favor with the American public. Ratings and attendance is down and more or less, folks just attend minor league games for socializing.
During the eighth inning, Hinzy and I decided to hit the Left Field Tavern for a couple of drinks after the game. We joined the rest of his “tribe” and put down a couple of PBR’s.
Why does Pabst Blue Ribbon have such a bad reputation?
I’ll admit that I am not fond of it in cans, but the bottled PBR is as tasty as any other beer. And besides, they must have placed first in some kind of beer competition in order to call themselves Pabst Blue Ribbon.
Over a decade ago, I found it difficult to find PBR in bottles. I nearly flipped when I found it in bottles at a Food Lion in the Sunset Beach area. I purchased two six-packs and brought them home to share with friends. My ex-fiancée thought it was a stupid idea, but then again, nothing ever seemed to get her seal of approval with her constant wave of negativity.
Soon afterwards when PBR started gaining popularity again, I drank it because of the “redneck” mystic surrounding it. I felt that having a PBR in hand told others around me that I was carefree and didn’t give a damn about what they thought about me. I was drinking beer that most turn their noses up at and the good thing… It was generally cheaper than most of the other beers being offered.
Seriously, the reason most folks drink beer is for the buzz. I drink beer for that reason and the other is because I enjoy the taste. The only thing I won’t drink is Budweiser, unless it’s handed to me as a gesture of friendship and good will. I’ll drink anything that’s free.
I don’t drink Bud because I don’t really enjoy the flavor it. And I don’t drink it because it’s on the hood of one of my least favorite NASCAR drivers, Dale Earnhardt, Jr. I just can’t support a beverage that supports a driver that I don’t care for.
When Dale Sr. was driving, I didn’t support any of his sponsors. I have never purchased a GM vehicle or had any service done by GM Goodwrench. I wouldn’t eat at Burger King as long as they were an associate sponsor, but I gave up on Burger King long ago when they changed their french fries. It hurt me deeply when Burger King left and Sonic Drive-Ins came on board. I could no longer enjoy their chili-cheese fries as long as they sponsored the number 3 car.
I’m not ashamed to admit this, but shortly after Dale Earnhardt’s death at Daytona, I went to Sonic and made amends with their wonderful menu. I loaded up with a double cheeseburger, chili-cheese fries, and a Barq’s Root Beer. All Sonic-sized, baby! Ding-dong the warlock was dead and I was free to walk in the Sonic wonderland once again.
I never purchased any Crown Royal, Rubbermaid products, or Sharpie’s when Kurt Busch had them as sponsors. And I’ve carried that over to Miller Lite as well. I just can’t support someone I don’t like. I did make a mistake of purchasing Kellogg’s products, but have since seen the light when Kyle “The Shrub” Busch started irritating me.
Am I being irrational?
I don’t think so. You have to have some sort of self-imposed honor system.