In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue. Though his course lay true, he ran into a mighty cephalopod, which stuck him through. With a whack-whack, the mast gave a crack. One big smack and the sails went slack. The ship started to wobble, so they gave the beast a throttle, tossing it bodily into an open bottle. They let it stew until it turned into this delicious brew for you and your crew.
"...there is only one game at the heart of America and that is baseball, and only one beverage to be found sloshing at the depths of our national soul and that is beer." - Peter Richmond