Our time together week to week is usually full of sports references. For this, I’m only partly sorry (especially for those that do not share the same thirst for athletics as they do for awesome food and craft beer). The part of me that’s sorry about this is the fact that I can’t share these experiences with you since the other part of the equation is something I know and aside from the old adage of “putting your protagonist in a tree and throwing rocks at them” the whole “write what you know” thing shines through on a regular basis (especially when I’m not creating Crytoquips and trying to mimic fantasy novels on my own childhood – by the way; did anyone solve the riddle? To rip off something completely different (as I did just there) please write your answers on the back of a Michael Jack Schmidt rookie card (in pencil please) and send them to 108 Main Street, Montpelier Vermont (our fair city)).


That said, this first part of the email will be beer free for this time of year has me thinking about brown dirt (the brownest dirt you’ve ever seen) and Kentucky bluegrass. I keep my affiliations aside when I talk about specific teams that I root for (where baseball is concerned) but this time of year (spring is inevitable and will be here at some point) reminds me of something special that I got to do when I was wearing short pants. Yes, it involves baseball (something that took up a large portion of my pre-adulthood). But, it more importantly involves spring and the lineups that are put in place to conquer it.


You see; I grew up in Trenton, New Jersey. My entire family roots (and rooted) for the New York Yankees [side note needed: I rooted for Pete Rose and Mike Schmidt]. The first time that I was taken to the Old Yankee Stadium was indicative of what I feel about winter. The Old Yankee Stadium (I’m pretty sure the new one is across the street so the sentiments can translate) was not in the greatest part of town. And, since our home base was so close to train access we typically took the Amtrak. That meant a couple of things: we started in a place that was typical for us, a place that we knew all too well and a place that isn’t anything we weren’t used to seeing. Second, we went to the city, which was a place that was both similar and foreign to me. I was used to the city but it wasn’t too different than my day to day so it wasn’t like I was awestruck. Then you get off the train and hop on the subway (more darkness with light splashes here and there). Then you automatically have a hot dog from the vendors with the blue and yellow awnings, not the red and blue because the ones with the blue and yellow awnings were for some reason fresher. So, up until this point you’ve spent about two hours in darkness or muted tones in one way or another. Then you enter the stadium. You walk through some gates that are blue past other people who are dressed in similar attire that you are and then ultimately you end up in a tunnel (what is it with the tunnels as of late? Jeez…). Among the muted tones that you’ve been experiencing comes the biggest smack of your young life. After you make your way to the open air of the field of play you get the most vibrant display of color that you’ve ever received. The grass cannot be greener than it is at that moment. The dirt is impossibly fresh looking and smooth. The lines on the field look as if they’re made from the ground remnants of your favorite teachers handwriting in school. It’s an incredible sight. That’s what I think spring feels like and I think it’s taken me two weeks to get that across.


Thanks for reading and I hope you’re having a great day.


Oh yeah…







This is what it’s all about anyway right? The beer:


Right now we’ve got a special offering from our friends out in Ohio from Jackie O’s. We gots us some of that Hop Ryot right now (take this Rye IPA and DRINK IT) and we’ve got some more goodies for you down the pipeline.


We also have Siren’s Ryesing Tides coming up soon which is also a Rye IPA (because there’s more than one flower to smell and we love to give you the opportunity to taste these flowers as well) and it is also extremely good.


Let’s go with the IPA theme and explain the Red Handed from Zero Gravity. A “handedly” helping of caramelier malts give this IPA a reddish hue and a slight biscuit finish.


Then we can round out our lineup with the next installment of Stone’s Enjoy By. Meant to be drank fresh (as all of the IPAs and hoppier beers that we get are) this one is of the Imperial variety and will go quick so you best be enjoying by the by.


Lastly, everyone needs a curveball. Sixpoint made an American Pale Ale and a Farmhouse/Saison and blended the two together. That made a beer that’s completely different than either by similar in the uniform.


As always, I’m not revealing what we’re getting from our friends up on the Hill or out in the Lawson’s territory because that would just be rude and dumb of me to tease you, our good friends who actually read this whole email. I applaud you for that and I thank you again.



Happy warmer weather and happy baseball.


Let’s play two.


Ernie Taproom.