Flutterball for Sure
Tossin’ the old ball around with my grandson, he can swat a gramps flutterball like gangbusters. In baseball vernacular, a flutterball is another name for a knuckle ball, a pitch with a mind of it’s own and no clear trajectory. A good one can baffle the most accomplished batter. A bad one, like mine, has over the fence postage prepaid all over it. Left Field must be thrilled that the boys of summer are back, and we aren’t talking about a Don Henley song. Just like the Boss, tossin’ the ball around brings back baseball glory days, but I didn’t end up in center field like Fogerty.* Yes, Blue Jays, baseball, and the obligatory ball park brews and bratwursts.
So is this Flutterball going to throw us a curve? Right out of Left Field and into my glass. Time to step up to the plate for a swig. It pours pale, much paler than many pale ales which aren’t wheat beer pale. A not whiter but a paler shade of pale.** A juicy tropical aroma, citrus with some ball field berries perhaps? The first swig is fruit muted by malt, with a touch of fizz. An odd combo, perhaps interesting is a better word, because odds are often not in our favour. At first I wasn’t sure if it was working or working to rule. It’s certainly not hoppy, and has nothing to be bitter about.
Time for a double play, and second swig has this settling into almost a session juicy IPA style with fruit putting the malt in its place. A nice light pale ale, easy drinking, refreshing, and without a doubt a good brew on a hot summer day watching the Blue Jays beat the Yankees.
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