Like that play on words? I’m making some resolutions about beer and suggest you do the same.
Resolution #1: I’m not going to panic about hops and malt shortages. It’s probably an Al Qaeda funded propaganda. Yes, there are shortages, but it’s only hurting tiny breweries and home brewers. That’s bad, but overall the craft beer industry is still covered, home brewers are very resourceful, and we’ll all limp along till everything is back to normal. More on this later, I promise.
Resolution #2: I’m going to try more craft beers, and actively educate my friends about them. The first part is easy – who doesn’t want to try more craft beers? I’m thankful to have friends in other states who will help me increase my reach, finding and sharing beers I may otherwise not know about. The second part is a little more difficult, but only because of time. I’m thinking of a Boy’s Night In with beer instead of box wine, you know, like the ladies do with their Bunco nights.
Resolution #3: I’m going to get better exercise. Not necessarily more, but better, more focused exercise that actually accomplishes something. I see too many fat guys at the gym pedaling or walking while reading a magazine. That’s not exercise, that’s entertainment. You can’t read while you exercise, boys. Much like beer, exercise should be about quality, not quanitity, to really get something out of it. Beer doesn’t make you fat. Let’s just state that now, and back it up with an article from the Digital Journal that mentions a new book dispelling myths about beer making you fat, situps and shrunken testicles. To distill this article to it’s essence: alcohol consumption can only radically alter your weight if you radically alter your consumption. Situps will give you stronger abs, but will not actively reduce fat. And your nads will shrink if you take stereoids or OD on testosterone.
So I’m looking at a theme of quality this year. Quality of beer, quality of
