26 March 2009

The Shirts Keep Coming - T-Shirt Giveway Contest #3

If we've learned anything in the past few months, it's that we know how to give away a shirt. And because the best way to retain knowledge is to continue to use it, we're giving away another shirt in hopes of not ever forgetting the joy that is shirt giving. Our latest giveaway is sponsored by the fine folks at Yesterbeer, who make a number of retro beer-branded shirts. And there's a special bonus this time - you can even pick the shirt size.

In order to enter, here's what you need to do - leave your answer to the following question, your first name and last initial in a comment for this post, and then we'll count the entries, and chose a random numbered winner. Or something like that. The question:

"What do you remember about the beer that your Dad drank?"

Leave a comment!

Contest ends 4/5/09 at 5PM.

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32 comments:

  1. My dad drank PBR. and he gave me sips. when I was, like, 8. it was awesome. it put hair on my chest.

    Kirk W.

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  2. Tyler S.

    My Dad drank O'Douls, 'nuff said.

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  3. My dad was a wine drinker, but taught me about good flavors of wine that translated well to beer. So now I get to share my beers with him and teach him a lot. It's great.

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  4. It was all about the Coors, maybe Busch, if they were out of the original Coors at the store. We had a surprising amount of Little Kings around as well, which I never saw being consumed by anyone. I always suspected that it was in the garage fridge so that the kids could all sneak one every so often.

    Jason P.

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  5. The most memorable thing about beer was how unique of a flavor it was for that time in my life. What I perhaps remember most about beer in general from my youth, though is how much my parents longed for Coors Extra Gold. I still really know not why, but it was such a large thing that the peachy colored cans still loom large for me in the lore of beer that I knew in my childhood.

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  6. Dave From SeattleMarch 26, 2009 3:12 PM

    My dad drank Hacker Pschorr, it may not be my favorite but it still has a special place heart. When I first started drinking beer he would always try to get me to drink miller (which he keeps around for my brothers) but I never gave in and now he keeps a 12 pack cold for me, for when I come around.

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  7. I know I'm not eligible, but here you go:

    http://hoosierbeergeek.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-beer-jims-story.html

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  8. I bought my dad that shirt for Christmas!

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  9. Blatz. There ain't much more to say.

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  10. My dad drank Busch from an ice cold can. He'd come home from work as an electrician in a factory and crack one open. Sometimes he'd stop on the way home and get one for the drive (which seems crazy now, but it wasn't a big deal back then).
    My folks have a picture of me at two-years-old tasting a sample at Busch Gardens in Florida. A couple of years ago I met my folks there and took a picture of my son doing the same.

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  11. BITTER. Dad drank Budweiser and I got to taste my first one slightly warm as we had both been out in the yard and he milked this beer. Of course now that swill tastes like water, lol.

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  12. My dad drinks Miller lite and won't change. My grandpa drank Black Label while smoking cigerettes while cranking on engines or doing carpentry work in his garage. I can still smell it from memory. Fixing the chain on my bike or driving me somewhere in his El camino. Back then people drove all the time with a beer in the car.

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  13. My dad liked his Stroh's and Michelob. Just like others, many times I would get the first sip. Of course I was closer to 5 years old and had no idea what beer was, but I think it was his way of showing a deeper sign of affection. I mean really, if you can share a beer with your daughter, you must really love her. To this day I have a strange affinity to Stroh's and Michelob. There's even some Stroh's in my fridge now!

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  14. When I was a little girl my Dad drank Fall City beer. I tasted it once and thought it was the worst thing ever.
    Later he graduated to Budweiser but when he drove his semi east sometimes he came home with Rolling Rock.
    He always talked about early homebrewing adventures with his brother, Art, and bottling the beer (made with Blue Ribbon Malt extract) in RC Cola syrup bottles. Later he enjoyed my homebrew.
    In his later years he drank Bud Light.

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  15. Pappa Q was a Meister Brau.

    It's sad to see that the Miller Brewing Company has fell so far.

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  16. I always remember the church picnics, always a keg of Miller. This one time when I was in 6th grade, I would go get my dad and his friend beers from the keg. Needless to say, I always had a taste or two or three as I delivered the beers. Long story short, I got wasted, ended up breaking my arm, but feeling no pain.

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  17. My dad used to drink PBR, Red, White and Blue, Blatz and Falstaff. All while watching bowling on Saturday afternoons. Now he's graduated to Natural Light and Busch Light.

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  18. I spent my early years in Texas, where is was perfectly acceptable to take your kids to bars. Heck, back then, it was legal to drink and drive - you just couldn't drive drunk.

    My dad explained to me one day that when you asked a question regarding distance (i.e. How far is that bar from our place?), the answer wasn't 40 minutes or 20 miles. It was, "Uh, 'bout two beers."

    Beer was as commonplace as pop and juice boxes to me. I vividly remember fetching a Bud Light (bottle!) out of the fridge for my dad at his request as he worked in the garage. And then, there's the picture where I'm riding my bike (training wheels and everything) and there are two beers in the basket on the front... I mean, who needs a cooler when your kid can just carry them on her bike?

    Alane S.

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  19. Coors Light...still the choice in fact, although my dad's tastes have change slightly for the better. I think there's a mild appreciate for flavor now; partially due to his interest in wine and its complexity, I think he's taken a similar fondness to some (lighter) craft beers.

    I remember on a canoe trip, about 12 years old, getting to have a cold coors like, sipping on that grainy, bitter can of (now known as) swill, thinking "why do people like this crap?" But I wanted to be cool enough to finish it off. It wasn't until later that I realized it can give you a buzz -- clearly the reason people drank beer at all.

    I can't quite fully grasp the logic behind outlawing driving with a beer...If I were drunk, I wouldn't have a beer in my hand -- who wants that kind of attention? I would only drive with a beer if I knew it was my first or second of the day, to make sure that even though I might get fined (now $500 - $1000; I certainly wouldn't blow beyond a .08. Admittedly, it really isn't worth the financial risk, though occasionally a road soda hits the spot.

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  20. My dad drank Hamm's in a can. Probably becuase that's what his parents drank. I remember that this was back in the pull-tab days when the thing to do was pull the tab off and drop it in your beer can before you even took the first sip. While my dad's side always had plenty of Hamm's around, my mom's dad was particular to Red, White, and Blue... patriotic fellow that he was.

    Joe A.

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  21. My dad drank coors light in a can. Rarely. He also used it to kill slugs in our garden. hmmm... Luckily I developed a taste for the good stuff all on my own and have since reformed his tastebuds. He has actually thanked me since:)

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  22. It did not matter if it was Coors snuck back from west of the Mississippi river, the new kid on the block (Bud Light) or good old Olympia. It was in those itty bitty 7 or 8 oz. cans.



    I say “Thank God for 22oz Bombers”

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  23. I had a strange journey. My dad came from a long line of raging alcoholics. If you weren't drinking to get snotted, why bother? Fortunately, he hasn't had a sip in well over 20 years.

    I used to taste his Beast (Milwaukee's Best) on the backporch. My first major beer drink occurred at the ripe old age of five. I stole the room temperature can of Andy's Beer (Andy is my name) from my parents' shadow box that they were probably saving as a collectors' item for me. Needless to say it was awful.

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  24. PBR was popular when I was a kid. My dad was a social drinker only. I remember those pull tab cans and pilsner smell. I'd be allowed a sip or two every now and then. The taste wasn't all that great. Just thought I was big stuff since I got to sip on dad's beer.

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  25. My dad would drink Corona or Bud light. He was in the Army, Airborne to be exact. So when they would have cook outs all the guys drank the same stuff and would give me sips here and there. I always said, man this stuff is bad. I'll never drink beer. Yeah that didn't happen.

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  26. My dad drank Budweiser for the longest time. Even at a tender age I knew that there wasn't much going for this nasty liquid. And somehow also knew that it was at least better than Miller Lite.

    Daive R.

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  27. Blatz. Longneck returnables.

    One day we were riding in my Dad's car and we saw the guy who worked in the beer store attempting to jay walk. My Dad slamed on the brakes and waved him across the street. He then turned to me and said, "Remember, always be nice to policemen, your bookie, and the beer man."

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  28. My Dad didn't drink, so I have no memory at all of the beer that he drank. My friend's Dad's, on the other hand, drank. Typically it was Iron City (I grew up in Pittsburgh). I remember watching them open a can, hearing the "pop" as it opened and wondering what it tasted like. I got my 1st taste of beer at about 8 and remember it as a bitter fizzy thing that I wanted no part of. The other thing I remember was some of the "novelty" beers that Pittsburgh Brewing Company made, notably "Old Frothingslosh" which had as it's spokesperson (if you could call it that) a very large woman. There were all kinds of goofy cans featuring her in parades, etc.

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  29. My dad usally drank PBR but if the beer was free that's what he would be drinking. Marjorie P.

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  30. I’m an accountant by day, and beer drinker by, well, let’s just face it, any time I’m not jockeying a desk. My old man and my grandfather (also and accountant) spent a lot of time telling me how the world was, and solving most of it’s problems, over luke warm bottles of the ultimate working man’s beer of the day – Schlitz. It’s significant, or ironic maybe, that I’m a home brewing accountant raised on Schlitz.

    To me, it was the American dream (or at least some dork-accountant-with-a-beer-gut’s dream) packaged neatly in a brown bottle that was omnipresent in my childhood. You see, Joseph Schlitz was not a brewer first. He, too, was an accountant. He was hired by August Krug in the early 1850’s as a bookkeeper for a tavern brewery Krug owned. A short few years later, old man Krug was dead, Schlitz had married his young widow and taken over the brewery. The “Beer That Made Milwaukee Famous” was born and another brother desk jockey was delivered from the dim glow of bankers light to the warm glow of a brew kettle. Now that’s living the dream my friend.

    This, like so many other things I learned from my old man and his, was unspoken but clear: the beer doesn’t have to always be the best you can find, so long as it is shared with the best friends you can find. “When you’re out of Schlitz, you’re out of beer.” Of course, that could be because it would be the last beer in the cooler… Here’s to you dad!

    Bruce B.

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  31. My dad had hepatitis when I was about four, which meant that he never drank much after that. I remember that my grandma, who live with us, drank Steinbrau. $4.99 a case at Kroger. It lasted her six months.

    My grandpa used to give me sips of his beer, but he did that for his dog, too. I don't remember what it was.

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  32. Great stories! So much for "The Good Old Days". The generation before ours had nowhere near the selection and quality of beer we get to enjoy. Just think - someday our kids will wax nostalgic about what kind of beer their dads drank. I can see it now - "My Dad drank Bells Two Hearted Ale, Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA, Three Floyd's Dreadnaught, etc, etc, etc"

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