It's been entirely too long of a struggle to get us here. Of course you can't achieve greatness without a force propelling you against your goals, it takes pressure and discomfort to craft something sincere. In other words, budweiser is the equivalent of laying on the couch with carryout meals, while an oak aged russian stout is sprinting up hills in a mudslide with 100 degree weather and a kale shake for dessert.
I can't wait to see where this blog will take me, I hope people will share their opinions and give criticisms and opinions of the beers we all know and love. A big internet knuckles hello to all.