@bustedcoverage Watch a kid drink a coors light tall boy at a brewers game pic.twitter.com/3tdIEk46Rt
— ROMO (@Romo242424) August 2, 2015
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Listen, I’m not going to jump on the outrage train on this one. My dad would let me taste his Budweiser when I was a little tike, and look how I turned out. Ok, maybe that was a bad example.
But the only difference, the important difference, between this dude and me was that I hated it. Couldn’t stomach the taste of it. Granted, I brush my teeth with beer now, but when I was eight, I couldn’t wrap my head around why my dad slugged a couple brews with dinner for fun. I chalked it up to him being a glutton for punishment. Little did I know, it was simply a survival tactic.
But this kid, this *animal, rocking a sleeveless Brewers shirt at a visiting ballpark tipping that can vertically is about 10 years away from being the coolest kid in his high school. An advanced breed. I should probably get that dude’s cell phone number when he’s old enough to get one because my current drug dealer’s been awfully shifty lately.
Please drink responsibly.
[h/t Busted Coverage]