Kegonomics, Camp and “The Allen’s Incident”
The Red Sox lost in the American league divisional series. It’s always a tough time for me because the end of the Red Sox season signifies the absolute end of summer. No matter how cold it gets in late October it still feels like summer to me; as long as the Sox are in the hunt. Football only provides a minor distraction because the Patriots only play once a week. Attention turns to other things such as taking the dock out of the lake. For nearly seven years we have made the trek up to camp to remove the dock and Red Sox playoff baseball, almost without fail, marked the time. This weekend we will not be accompanied by the voice of Joe Costiglion on the radio as we prepare the camp for winter. What can I say; it was out of our control. One thing we can control is beer supply. (“Sloppy transition Cronk!”)
It really becomes an article of concern when preparing the trip to camp. You have to take into consideration the number of people attending and the likely number of beers each friend will consume on each day of the weekend. (We estimate high on Friday because nobody will be suffering a hangover and they will likely drink with vigor the first night.) Honestly, one of the biggest fears Josh and I have is running out of beer at camp. It’s not because we can’t get to a store. In fact there is a local store in town about twenty minutes away. It is the principal of the thing. If we estimate incorrectly we fail. Also: Lets say we did not have a sober soul at the camp; we could be in real trouble if we were to run out. We also have to take into consideration the fact that the local store closes at 6pm; well before the usual beer o’clock hour. If this is the case our trip becomes a forty minute excursion and that cuts in to camp/drinking time.
Winter ice fishing is a different story all together. Most of the time the road is un-plowed so we must sled all of the supplies from the boat launch all the way to camp. It’s a bitch, trust me. Having the proper amount of beer is crucial in this situation because the walk to the car takes twenty minutes and then you have to navigate poorly plowed roads. Last year Josh and I were tasked with getting more beer and groceries after nightfall. The ordeal took over an hour and we returned with a pizza and a bottle of Allen’s coffee brandy! (We are hilarious guys) If we had brought enough beer however, the “Allen’s incident” would never have happened. See kids, if you don’t bring enough beer to camp, Allen’s happens. Avoid it.
Cronk Says: All you have to do is estimate high on your beer count. There is no shame in leftover beer. (Although there rarely ever is) Once again, I will recommend your old friend MCD for your camping excursion. Lately, the Multiple, Cold and Domestic beer of choice in the Portlandtaps.com office has been Coors original. The vented can is a great invention that could only have been developed by a Frat guy.
