Hockley night in Canada …. in August. And in more hockey news Auston Matthews scores a $13.25 Million USD a year contract, the highest paid player in the league. Ka-ching! Of course that ka-ching will get the big ding from the taxman or taxwoman or the other various politically correct variations on gender that a tax collector can be these days. I bet Stevie Ray Vaughn wouldn’t have recorded the song if it was called “Taxperson”.* Where was I? Oh yea.
I’ve got no problem with Matthews making that kind of money…….. as long as the Leafs win the cup. If they don’t win I think there should be a special additional tax levied on all Leafs players, coaches and the entire organization to fund the mental health costs that burden the Canadian government health care system by the Leaf fandom who have suffered 57 years of the crushed hopes and vanquished dreams. GLG!**
A classic weather report, clear, cool and calm. A classic pour, obviously. Golden, clear and frosty. It’s lost it’s head, sweating in a condensation creating humid August night. An aroma of mild malt and a touch of fruit, sweat no sweet. Time to indulge and divulge.
A solid malt body, a brick house of a lager as the Commodores*** would say. Malt body and a bit fizzy out of the blocks. A bitter crisp rather than sweet finish. Lager ale? Certainly easy drinking but after a long drive almost any beer would be, wouldn’t it. Seems like this has been a pedal to the metal kind of summer, more miles on the old truck than on me.
Through the magic of chemistry the bitters abated with a salty mixed nuts (45% cashews) pairing. As advertised, this is a classic lager, full flavoured and easy drinking, no surprises. Of course, the only surprise I am looking for this hockey (or hockley) season is the big prize. The TO buds with the cup in hand, and we will party like it’s 67.
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