The final season of Game of Thrones, the greatest achievement in televised violence and incest since Dexter, has proceeded, so far, at a surprisingly measured pace, considering the season's abbreviated six-episode length and the intimidating number of still-unresolved plot threads. We can safely expect that'll change tonight, with Jon, Dany,
Here's a secret: I despise the dipshits who run Augusta National Golf Club. Glad-handing, misogynist dickheads who use the ideas of "tradition" and "the old ways" to actively make their golf tournament as white as possible. IT'S A GOLF TOURNAMENT YOU FUCKING FUCKS. Fuck these people with Satan's chainsaw wang. Yeah,
It has been about 6 months since the last time I attended a Beer Festival of some kind. That's probably a good thing, since I really don't need to shouldn't put my body through that very often. Back in December, this Festival was brought to my attention, and based on the
Part 1 of the calendar is here with beers 1 to 4.
Pictured above is what Mrs GTD and the kids got me for an advent calendar. It’s from my favourite local brewery (Brock Street Brewery) and will probably have some beers from other local places. I don’t usually drink everyday, so
Pictured above is what Mrs GTD and the kids got me for an advent calendar. It's from my favourite local brewery (Brock Street Brewery) and will probably have some beers from other local places. I don't usually drink everyday, so there may be gaps in my consumption. I know that
I don't love champagne. That's a hell of a thing to say to you Commentists after being away so long, I know, but it's the only honest way for me to launch back into this. I've had some good champagnes, and they were fine, but I've had to conclude that
WEEK ONE OF THE PRESEASON WOOOOOOOOOO....
Who's ready to watch sixth-round draft picks from Middle Tennessee State run into undrafted guys from Cal-Poly and Mount Union?! This is our methadone for the four weeks, before our six month heroin bender begins.
24 teams (that's 75% of the league; MATH!) play tonight. Here's
Heyyyy, happy 4th of July, folks! Low Commander here to dust off the old Beer Barrel and hopefully wet your whistles for the incredible day of BBQing, blowing shit up and straight up shameless DRANKIN'. 4th of July is one of my favorite holidays, (mostly because I am not a
This United States Open. Golf's greatest test; it is my favorite tournament in golf, which makes it one of my top-three and a half sporting events of the year (NCAA Basketball Tournament, NHL Playoffs, and/or NFL Playoffs/WVU made a major bowl game).
What makes the US Open truly "Open" is that
Good afternoon fellow Beer Barrelites. Once more, Low Commander is here to ramble on about some beer he tried this past week, allowing make it snow to full dedicate himself to his fantastic Oscar's previews. "But if the Oscar's were last night," you might ask, "why are you filling in
Greetings Commentists, lurkers, drunkards and all general riff-raff, to another edition of the Beer Barrel. Low Commander here, filling it for make it snow as he prepares for the avalanche of Oscars previews. which turned out to be perfect timing as I found something that I really wanted to share
I sometimes think we're not experimenting enough, as a society, with hoppy beer. Sure, it seems like someone's cultivated a new hop every month, sometimes bringing brand new flavors to the table, but most brewers seem largely content to let the hops stand on their own, rather than try to