So I love beer, and I love sports, especially minors league anything. Just watching people who love the sport playing it the best they can is worth spending two hours watching. And I'm pretty sure the first time a piece of wood struck a sphere, baseball and beer have been fused together. There really is no better Sunday afternoon spent than with a beer in your hand and a baseball game in the background. I’m always pumped to take a road trip and luckily there are plenty of minor league ballparks within a few hours of Boston. Now craft beers always had a tough time getting into concession stands with the big three running payola with free kegs and massive amounts of advertising money to keep there beers in the best positions of the concourse.


In the beautiful Sunday sunshine, Revival Saison
was nice and spicy, light malty goodness with a totally dry finish, with some straw and lemony tartness. And what
few sips I was allowed, the Foolproof IPA was just as amazing, with wonderful
aromatic hops and good bitter bite in the finish. If it was 80 degrees out I
might’ve gotten one for myself, but it was going to be another saison couple
saisons for me. If you’re looking for good beer at a Pawsox game, you can find
it, it just takes some exploring, but that’s why I drink beer anyways.
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