The game: Patriots at Dolphins The beer: Shipyard Summer Wheat Ale The result: Win, 33–27 The record: 1–1 The headline: “We gotta clean it up cuz it’s so dope.” – Ice-T, “Fried Chicken” The commentary: Ice’s “Freedom of Speech… Just Watch What You Say” is too on the nose, right? In that case, here’s a […]
Sinclair, Royale, Royale: “You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for?” The game: Jets at Patriots The beer: Shipyard Pumpkinhead Ale The result: Win, 25–22 The record: 2–6 The headline: “You’ve got Nazi fever!” – Osees, “Cassius, Brutus and Judas” The commentary: Google search results—reliable!—cannot confirm that John Dwyer sings “You’ve got […]
The game: Patriots at Vikings The beer: Shipyard Summer Ale The result: Win, 30–7 The commentary: Hector, Ivan and I are all forty this year. In April we traveled to Portland, Maine to celebrate Ivan’s turn. (Mine was at the New England Brewfest in New Hampshire. Hector’s will be at the Chili’s across from the […]
The game: Ravens at Patriots The beer: Shipyard Double Old Thumper Ale The result: Win, 23–20 The commentary: It’s not so hard to relate to a billionaire. Robert Kraft is suffering a pain I never want to experience, and the manner in which he continues to carry himself and so publicly express his emotions, affections […]
The game: Patriots at Bills The beer: Shipyard Blue Fin Stout The result: Win, 34–3 The commentary: Once again I rocked a Starbucks iced chai as a warm-up, obtained during a pre-storm errand scramble. And then the Blue Fin Stout. Mmm… as tasty and comfortable as December football against a Thurman Thomas-less Bills team. This […]
The game: Packers at Patriots The beer: Shipyard Prelude Special Ale The result: Win, 31–27; Fabio, 5–4–0 The commentary: I went to bed at 1:30 for the dorkiest reason possible: the Survivor finale. It was sort of a complicated television night, the plan was to watch Survivor live (pretty much) while recording the game. (I […]
The game: Vikings at Patriots The beer: Shipyard Smashed Pumpkin Ale The result: Win, 28–18 The commentary: As unacceptable as it is to feel sorry for athletes/starlettes/sensations who sleep on giant piles of money every night, it’s clear to me that Randy Moss is instantly regretting his decision to jump ship from New England. I […]
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