Is this the face of a champion? No, it is the face of a boxer who got a serious wake-up call in the fourth round (shown here) that his feisty opponent wasn't about to roll over. |
But we all had to see it. American Floyd Mayweather and Filipino Manny Pacquiao had never met in the ring. It was suggested by many that Pacquiao was the one opponent who could beat the undefeated Mayweather, who sat on a flawless and (almost) unprecedented 47-0 record going into the May 2 bout at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas.
So when Fight Night came, many of us rushed to find a place to watch it. Most of us were cheering for Manny, the underdog, and with good reason. Mayweather is a cocky, arrogant douchebag. He counts Justin Bieber among his entourage. (By the way, America, when Canada gave you Bieber and Nickleback, we had no idea you would retaliate with the Kardashians and Honey Boo Boo. Well played, you Yankee bastards, well played...) But it was my Beer Store co-worker and longtime friend Jay who would assist me with the fight-viewing venue.
The first three rounds consisted mostly of the pair circling the ring, getting a feel for each other. So as boring as hell. But Round 4 was a different kettle of Balut (a Filipino delicacy involving fried duck embryo and... know what? I'll just stop there. Feeling queasy.) A rapid flurry of really good body shots by Pacquiao on the stunned and rattled champ in the 4th - the first real punches thrown - made it pretty clear who I was cheering for. In fact, I started yelling, "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" so loudly that I not only startled a few of the other guys, I also spooked the hell out of Ace, the dog. So who's Ace? Well, that's the big ol' mutt, owned by Jay's younger brother, Jonny, and his lovely girlfriend Alex, both of whom I've also worked with at the Beer Store.
You see, that's a good dog. You wanna know what a bad dog is? The rest of this fight. Once Manny stepped up in the 4th, Floyd Jr invoked a curious but successful defence/offence strategy. He would get in close, land a few good shots, back into a corner, cover up and when Manny got close again, Floyd would... hug him? One of the most ferocious fighters ever became a big bloody Care Bear. That poor referee spent more time prying those hugs apart than chaperones do at a Catholic High School dance filled with hormonal teenagers.
In fact, that fight was such a dog that I'm sure the HBO-Sports (the pay-per-view network airing it) phonelines the next day will filled with callers claiming they accidentally butt-dialed their line, requesting for the fight. Or that their kids ordered it.
And the celebrities... oh man. Everyone was there. Nice to know the rich have to suffer right alongside us when it comes to a turkey like this bout. Rapper Jay-Z was there with the always-gorgeous Beyonce and was probably thinking, "This fight? Yeah, it's one of those 99 problems I got." I didn't see Kanye West or his human booty troll doll but I have little doubt he declared Beyonce the winner of this fight.
And the money? When I posted a Facebook status cheering Manny on prior to the fight, noted Kiwi Beer Writer Neil simply replied, "$". Oh yeah, Floyd Jr picked up $180 million for this fight while Manny received a sweet $120 million. I wish I could get someone to pay me just $1 million for hugging them... rather than the usual restraining orders.
Props to Premier Kathleen Wynne, right, who's getting out to the Ontario craft breweries and offering support. Here she is, visiting Barrie's Flying Monkeys Brewery... |
Which is, I guess, is my oh-so-smooth segue into Beer O'Clock at Donny's Bar and Grill. (A seamless transition, yes? *Bowing*) Well, to further quote Jay Z, "I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one... and really good craft beer will fix 67 of those... especially my sucktastic hockey team, the Toronto Maple Leafs. The craft beer just dulls the pain a little."
An interesting trio from the liquor store. From left, the Southern Tier Goat Boy Imperial Weizzenbock, Howe Sound's Hopraiser West Coast IPA and Rogue Farms' 7 Hop IPA. |
I finally got a chance to try some beers from Grand River Brewing located in Cambridge when their Curmudgeon IPA and Dog Stalker Bock showed up at the liquor store recently. Not too shabby... |
I had placed high hopes in the Hopraiser West Coast IPA, mostly on the strength of the brewery's outstanding King Heffy Imperial Hefeweizen, the single best Canadian wheat I have ever had. So, yeah, a little let down with the Hopraiser, which, to be honest, is definitely undervalued with a 63 on RateBeer (it's better than that) but this 6% offering is not what you'd call a Hop Bomb. Some grapefruit on the nose, lightly peppery on the tongue, it's a touch on the light side, though certainly not horrible. Beer Bro Stevil St Evil, a long-time west coaster, noted it fared far better on Beer Advocate with an 86, which I would suggest is a fair score. Good but not outstanding. The bar to which I hold IPAs is pretty damn high - like supersonic skydiver Felix Baumgartner plummeting to the Earth from 24.5 miles (40 kilometres) up high. That high. That said, these guys also have an Imperial IPA called Total Eclipse of the Hop that I'm dying to get my sweaty, beer-soaked paws on. Howe Sound, if you're listening, any Burlington LCBO will do. Oh and could you also ship some of your Belgian Strong Ale called La Brew Ha Ha! Let's face it, I pretty much have to try that. It's like a law... or at least what passes for a law in my twisted little world.
Some beers from tiny Grand River Brewing in Cambridge finally showed up in a local liquor store so I grabbed both - the Curmudgeon IPA and Dog Stalker Bock. A couple more of their brews and I will give you their full, unabridged brewery history. I may even gush a little. (Wait? Did I just call out Grand River there? Oh yes, I most certainly did. The gauntlet has been laid at your Cambridge doorstep, boys.)
What's in this mystery can that Nickel Brook's Tony Cox slipped to me? You'll find out next time! |
Okay, next time. I just saw The Avengers: Age of Ultron. How was it? If this doesn't win every single Academy Award next Spring, I'm sorry but the fix is in because the Academy system is corrupt and they should all burn. But more importantly, what beers would the Avengers drink? What's in the mystery can Tony Cox from Nickel Brook slipped me a month ago? I have a one-litre (34 ounces) howler of it in my fridge. And what did co-worker Marie bring me from Walkerville's Brewery after her last gambling adventure? But guys and dolls, that's it, that's all and I am outta here! Until next time, I remain, as always...
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