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Few things go better together than baseball and beer. In my hometown of St. Louis, having your first beer at a Cardinals game is a right of passage enjoyed by generations of St. Louisans. There is nothing better than sipping a cold one on a hot summer day while cheering on your team, or jeering your team’s opponent. But only in recent years has craft beer started taking off at ballparks around the league, offering new and better options for baseball-loving beer fans other than those from the largest breweries in the land.
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Stationed one block north of historic Wrigley Field is Uncommon Ground, the restaurant pub that also houses Greenstar Brewing, Chicago’s first certified organic brewery. On any glorious Cubs game day, patrons flock to Uncommon Ground for a taste of something different than the macro tall boys and greasy grub found up and down Clark Street.
The Craft Kave at Guaranteed Rate Field has taken the traditional baseball and beer concept and improved it mightily. Fans can enter the bar, order any of the 75 craft/quasi-craft beers, eat chef-inspired food or order from the full bar menu. Early indications are that the new relationship between the Chicago White Sox and its new stadium owner, Guaranteed Rates, are taking craft beer seriously. This is no gimmick, this is a celebration of good beer.
When you’re home to the World Series champions, new opportunities get thrown your way. For Wrigley Field, one of those new opportunities is to work with Goose Island on an exclusive beer collaboration.
It has been nineteen years since the Cleveland Indians made it back to the Fall Classic. But I suppose we cannot claim to have the biggest drought at the present especially with the opponent we have…
This time around, we have a scrappy, injury-laden team many have considered underdogs the entire way by almost all the sports analysts out there. But we like it that way. It’s just like Cleveland to be a fly in the ointment, the ones who people count out immediately. So in this Ultimate 6er we include some of the best of Cleveland’s beer scene – with a few surprises that some people may not have considered to try as they head to their favorite bar to check out the Tribe battle with the best of ’em, or perhaps even watching the games in the comfort of home with a few close Cleveland Indians baseball fans.
Can you believe it? We blink our eyes and the year is running toward 2017! Football season is right around the corner, yet it seems just days ago we had friends over to watch the Denver Broncos hand the Carolina Panthers a loss in Super Bowl 50 at Levi’s Stadium. Pre-season starts this week and the regular season gives us a revenge match between last year’s champion contenders on September 8th. Admittedly a diehard Philadelphia Eagles fan – each new year brings a treasure trove of emotions. Unlike Cleveland Browns fans, we tend to believe we are winners all the time and no matter what the odds makers say, we have a chance!
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If you are a baseball fan on any level, this beer’s clever naming convention has probably already clicked with the compartment of your brain designated for phrases, puns and parlance. According to The Bronx Brewery of New York, On The Black is not only a term for a pitcher during a prime performance, but also a brewer at their best. After my encounter with said beer in the field, I find it hard to argue otherwise.
Hi all! I’m Kate, a new contributor around here. I write the blog Brown Ale Girl, which shares snippets of life, food, and beer in Cincinnati. I love drinking dark beer, supporting local businesses, and witnessing the revitalization of the Queen City.
Yogi Berra is credited as saying, “Love is the most important thing in the world, but baseball is pretty good, too.” Granted that it’s THE American pastime, I think a lot of people would agree. I grew up in a household where the Cincinnati Reds game was on the outdoor radio and family room television every night. Therefore, it’s not officially spring to me until I attend a baseball game. I was a little late this year, but this week I went to my first Reds and high school game of the season. To be honest, I felt chills when I heard the first “thwack” of the ball hitting the catcher’s glove.
The last two weekends I’ve been spending some time in the Bronx, the last borough (that matters – sorry Staten Island) left to be aggressively gentrified within an inch of its life. Their zoo is legit and has real zoo animals, not like the sideshow attractions that pass for the Prospect Park and Central Park Zoos. Their Little Italy has authentic groceries and restaurants, as opposed to 60 dollar all you can eat/drink buffets whose one authentic Italian quality is their eerily accurate ability to re-enact Roman vomitoriums. There aren’t any American Apparels and things are named practically instead of after eye-catching phrases that have been market tested to death. Basically, the Bronx still bears the grit of the city and the community-minded neighborhood vibe that all us transplants who came to New York thought we were getting instead of sanitized, post collegiate money drains we’ve inadvertently created by moving here.
By the 16th inning, I was getting pretty cold. My wife and I were in the midst of experiencing what was about to become the longest postseason game in baseball history. Sitting in the third row from the top at …
Baseball’s most exciting team (of at least the last two weeks) is playing in my town, and I feel like I am being unfaithful. When I was a little kid, I wavered back and forth between the Cubs and the White Sox, but Sammy Sosa’s home run exploits of 1998 and especially the Cubs disasters of 2003 and 2004 scarred me as a Cub fan for life. In no way has my devotion to the Cubs been reduced, but living in Washington and following the Nationals at close proximity has me rethinking my baseball monogamy.
What do holidays, baseball stadiums, and corn all have in common? They are all topics discussed in the craft beer news of this week’s Growler Fill. Find out if your stadium has the best beer, read about why adding corn to the brew may not be so bad, and tell me what you drank for IPA Day.
For much of the nation, I imagine Milwaukee brings to mind Schlitz, Miller, Milwaukee’s Best – all of the staple beers that glare menacingly from neon signs above shady bars. As a Madison, Wisconsin resident and Milwaukee skeptic, I’d like to descend from my high horse and paint a different picture of this vibrant lakeside city, fondly referred to as the City of Festivals, through a Festival of (what else?) Beer.
Ah, baseball is back. I love America’s pastime. From the crack of the bat to the pop of the mitt to the stoppage in play because of an official review – baseball is great. For the first time ever instant replay is being used throughout MLB stadiums and everyone has their own opinion on whether it’s good for the game. While there have to be some tweaks to the system, and players will have to change the way they play the game in some instances, I think instant replay is a great thing for baseball and will only improve.
Although the weather in the Eastern half of the United States continues to defy what the calendar proclaims, today is Opening Day. For Chicago Cubs supporters such as me, this year promises to be the fifth straight season of following a team without contention aspirations. Despite the promise of various minor league talents that could make their major league debuts this summer, the general expectation is that this Cubs season will closely follow this script.
“That’s one of the greatest ball players of all time, Buddy. Shake his hand.” Dave Parker, who has grandkids of his own now, took the child’s small hand in his own— the same hand that used to fire off balls like a cannon from right field— and gave it a gentle but firm shake.