Thanking the Carters

selleck_tigers.jpgSome things just don’t feel right unless they’re together.  Like, how can you have pizza without pepperoni?  Ok, yes, there is the Hawaiian but that’s a rare exception.  Or what about Tom Selleck without a mustache?  Catholicism without the pope…..or scandal.

Baseball is the same way but to an even greater degree.  In a way, baseball just isn’t baseball without them.  But if I had to choose just one thing that completes baseball, I’d say beer.

Now when I first went to games and was old enough to drink, the options were pretty limited.  Usually there was Bud, Bud Light, Miller Lite and maybe some sort of local favorite like Old Style.  But that has all changed in recent years.  When I visit Nats’ Park, I can choose between the regulars or something like Blue Moon.  Out in San Francisco one of the vendors had Anchor Steam on draft and that made me very happy.

It makes me wonder who I have to thank for all this malty and hoppy goodness.  What brave soul forged a path through uncharted wilderness to make sure that my ballpark experience lived up to my expectations?

The answer will probably surprise you as much as it surprised me: Jimmy Carter.

Yes, the man who is best known for growing peanuts, botching the hostage rescue and overseeing the oil shocks of the 70’s also inadvertently created the conditions for the microbrewery explosion that continues today.

So, the next time you’re at the park, skip the Bud and drink a microbrew for Jimmy instead.  If nothing else, it’s definitely better than a Billy Beer.



  1. southernbelle

    Hahaha Jimmy Carter. For my AP US History summer assignment, I had to do this thing about Machiavelli. I wrote about who he would crown as a Prince, and who he wouldn’t. I said he would crown Ronald Reagan as a Prince….but for Carter, I said no. Maybe I should rethink that….especially if Machiavelli liked beer.

  2. raysrenegade

    I want to jump on the beerwagon here, but I can’t.
    I tend to drink a nice little sugary carbonated drink, then head off to Ferg’s across the street formy adult frothy beverage and maybe a few dozen great wings to go.
    Something special ( to me) about a post game celebratory brew hoisted to the rafters with visions of playoff fairies dancing on the dance floor.
    But that is just me.
    But, I can definitely hoist one( Coors Light/Shock Top only) tomorrow to the skies to our Georgia-born President and carpenter to the building of hundreds of homes for the unfortunate in this great Nation.

    Rays Renegade

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