This past Sunday, American Football was played throughout the lands. The Major League Soccer program is in full swing. The leagues in Europe (non-American football (I’m not calling them Anti-American, I’m just trying to distinguish betwixt football (or footy or futbol) and American football)) are in full swing. Baseball is still happening even though you’re a Phillies fan (the best kind of fan) and you’re finding yourself watching the baseball even though you’re a Phillies fan (the best kind of fan). There are now twenty-two days until the start of the hockey season. And there are now twenty-two days until the start of the hockey season.  

 

Why all of this?

 

 

Because, apparently, my mind works in this way: I, apparently, equate the change of seasons with sportsens. You may see a tree changing colors (or colours) and think to yourself, “the times they are a-changing.” Or, you may have to put on a flannel (you wear flannel – you live in Vermont and it was given to you either by birth right or when you changed over your driver’s license, which means you were also handed a Subaru and intimate knowledge about maple syrup) this morning and thought to yourself, “well that’s the first time this year that I’ve done this since last year. Things must be a-changing.”

 

 

Either way, beer. Because beer.

 

 

Sixpoint Apostle.

 

 

Hill Farmstead Double Citra.

 

 

Urban Farm Fermentory Dulse Cidah.

 

 

Lawson’s Finest JST Saison.

 

 

Crop Bistro Belgian Style Tripel.

 

 

 

 

Because seasons.

 

 

Next week I’ll have a lot to tell you about since it is Vermont Beer Week (plus 2!) and we’re going to go ahead and do an event with Zero Gravity on the 23rd and we’ll have a lot of their beers on tap and it’ll be something that we can talk about next week but for this week, well, I’m just plumb excited to be within this season and all of it’s goodness.

 

 

 

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