The BeerFathers Spell Irony P-B-R

By John on April 20, 2009 @ 8 PM (No Comments)

So yours truly was recently invited to attend the greatest of American past times – minor league baseball – with his beer pals Josh and Trent. The Charlotte Knights were squaring off against the Gwinnett Braves and we were right behind home plate.

That’s when we were approached by a young lady in a Charlotte Knights jersey who asked “Do you want to be the PBR fan of the game?” Beer Love neighbor Josh and I had a quick consultation and asked “Will we have to actually drink PBR?” to which she responded “No.” “Then we’re in!” we retorted.

For those not in the know, PBR (Pabst Blue Ribbon) is not exactly the kind of beer one would usually associate with Beer Love Headquarters – it’s an American lager and though it’s arguably better than any of the big 3 American lagers, it’s not exactly what The BeerFathers order when they’re writing their beer prescriptions out on their beer RX pad. It’s much more “macro” than the microbrews we tend to seek out. In fact, PBR currently rates a 3 out of 100 over at RateBeer.com.

So yes, The BeerFather himself, purveyor of good beers, champion of stouts and porters everywhere, lover of Bells and Dogfish Heads and Duck Rabbits and Three Floyds and Founders and Great Divides, was the PBR Fan of the Game:

Many thanks to Beer Love neighbor Josh for the grainy, 1.3 mega pixel photos he snapped from his cell phone. Without that we would have no photo documentation that there was a PBR, a fan, or even a game.

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