It's 100 degrees outside, the Knicks are in the Eastern Conference finals and nobody is bothering me. This is the time I go to my fridge and grab a beer. I typically do IPA's but on a hot summer day I don't mind something lighter. My fridge is usually stocked but today I'm digging in the back and pull out a Bud Heavy which is the only thing I have that isn't something brutal like a Yuengling. I have had three Bud Heavies in the last thirty years and I'm immediately reminded of why. This thing tastes like that Yuengling filtered through my gym socks. It's an absolutely flavorless bottle of Clydesdale piss.
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