There's a tear in my beer

This #BeerFreeFor115 thing just got real.

Recognizing that 115 days is a long time, and that beer is best enjoyed fresh, I made a difficult — no, a PAINFUL decision yesterday. I gave away my stock of Block 3 beer.

The only real comfort I can take is that I know it’s going to a good home. My co-worker Chris, who’s with our sister station 570 News, is also a huge fan of Block 3 in St. Jacobs. The problem is…HE’S DRINKING MY BEER!

Sigh.

I’d like to shamelessly beg the brewers at Block 3 to start planning a special new year beer. When Christmas comes and me, Karl, Shawn, Todd, and Chad can drink beer again, I think it would be great if Block 3 had a special beer to mark the occasion. We could call it “Flat Belly Beer,” “Cures What Ales You” or “Foolish Farwell.”

What do you say, guys??

Heck, by Christmas, you could call it Donkey Urine in a Brown Bottle and I’d drink it. But I don’t think that will sell very well.

Only 105 days, 1 hour to go at the time of this writing. We can do it, team! And you can follow our countdown here.

Farwell