Dynasties are like sand castles. They need to be built by an expert hand, crafted over time to make sure that every detail fits together precisely. Once completed, beachcombers stare aghast at the brilliance, fortitude, and glory of the structure. Then, the tide rolls in, the sandcastle is washed away, and the process begins anew.... Continue Reading →
Standing Room Only’s “Case” of the Mondays
Ugh. Monday. We've all suffered through way too many of them. The film Office Space said it best: But why should a case of the Mondays be a bad thing? Why don't we instead crack open a different kind of case? Brett will have the Leinenkugel's Summer Shandy; I'll have the nearest IPA; and for you,... Continue Reading →