I’d say that last night, the Yankees had all the luck. It was cold, they were playing at home, Angels were unusually prone to errors last night and their ace on the mound was, well, Aces. I am glad the Yankees won, after all, I am a New Yorker involved with bars that have TVs in them, and we serve beers, but I think last night’s was a boring game. I am hoping for more action tonight. I guess its Pettite for New York, and man, has he been pitching for the Yankees a long time. Him and Rivera.
Its early, but I am having a beer. A Trappist at that. This is a La Trappe Isid’or. Dark honey murkiness with a fluffy, billowing head of off white, its redolent of figs and a hint of spiciness I can’t quite determine. Its not refreshing like a Pilsner or a pale ale; its got that yeasty heaviness and cloying sweetness common among Belgian ales which aren’t golden like a Duvel, for example. So, its slow going. I would guess that this brew is pretty strong, so that is a good thing. I had a salad for lunch, so anything stronger would go straight to my head. I am resting up for tonight’s game, despite the pretty high probability that it will be rained out.
I am not going to the game, I will be watching on all the screens at the Hop Devil Grill. Come hang with me!