Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Stroh ball



How many Stroh's do you have to drink before you resort to bunting in a softball game? (Watch the first batter in this commercial for an example.) And how long would it take the drunken members of the opposing team to pummel you for it?

5 comments:

  1. Aahhhh...Strohs blows, oh that was the after affect

    Seems there were a few el cheapo beers that were available back in the day....although i have to admit that the squatty no neck bottle was before my drinking days

    How about Black Label, Mabel
    Goebels....Red, White & Blue...of course PBR I can remember my dad and the neighbors being mighty fond of

    When we started drinking in the late 70's (legally of course..hmmm)
    We used to drink Strohs because it was cheap and had the Detroit connection....Miller sometimes..Bud of course but it seemed cool to drink Strohs but the closest we came to softball was glow in the dark frisbee on Mott Golf course

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  2. I was once drinking a Red, White & Blue when I noticed a large foreign object blocking the can opening. Very disturbing. I managed to get it out and it was a very soggy piece of wood, sort of a junk of tree bark. That really inspired confidence in the quality control at the brewery, but at those prices, you can't complain.

    Mickey's and Buckhorn, in bottles, were also high school favorites.

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  3. this is probably one of the better topics of late

    i had a friend who was a few years older and would have Coors smuggled in because back in the day Coors was not sold east of the Mississippi....also he was a fan of Little Kings which were from somewhere in Ohio or Indiana

    also, when we were about 13 a buddy went to the Westside Market and bought 3 cans of Zing...the origianl non-alcholic beer...can you imagine your 13 yr old buying O'Douls today.....somehow we survived

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  4. I liked those squatty no-neck bottles, wonder why they stopped making them. As for your RWB experience, geewhy, how frightening! Makes ya wonder what else turned up in some of those bottles. Mickey's and Bud were our high school choices, made available to underagers by local party stores on Fleming and Clio Rd. along with other assorted locations we knew like the back of our hands. I remember my dad having a fine plastic dark teal-coloured Hamm's wall, uh, thing.

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  5. and of course, going to Frankenmuth for the BeerFest. and we never drove back to Flint, blasted out of our gourds after watching someone, naked, climb to the top of the tent pole...GeeWhy, that probably wasn't bark, but some lineworker's thumb all swelled up and beerlogged. A hazard chanced whilst partaking of the lower priced beverages.

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