But can he dunk?
The COM played a little round ball back in the day and let me tell you from personal experience that the statement “white men can’t jump” is incorrect. White men can’t jump very high is probably a much more accurate statement, although maybe David Lee Roth* is the exception. No dunk for me on a regulation height basket but drop that sucker a couple of feet and it’s show time.
Speaking of dunking, or lack thereof, the Raptors, being a Toronto based team, are in a rebuilding year. They find themselves in the league basement at the moment. Cellar dwellers, the sled dog with the worst view, in line for the participation ribbon. Spending their time at the end of the line. Out of juice in the caboose. In the last place you want to be, last place. At least they have a 21st century championship to reminisce about.**
Can Prince Eddy jump? Maybe, maybe not, but he sure can dunkel. How’s that for a cobblestone smooth segue.
This dark lager pours dark dark brown but a bit of light shines through, so not a black out. A fresh mild to middlin’ malt aroma. The first quaff is a bit like a brown, dark malt and a bit nutty, and exceedingly smooth. A touch of malt sweet enters the fray. A light but full flavour, nothing heavy here, which makes for a very easy drinking dark. For anyone with nyctobeerphobia*** this might be your first fear free dark beer.
This big swig dark brown is easy drinking and going down fast, tasty and hasty. Maybe I can’t dunk, but I sure can dunkel.
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