Heyyyyyy,
Beer Here!
The
first organized baseball game is believed to have been played in Hoboken on
June 1, 1846, so it stands to reason that the first beer enjoyed at a ballgame
happened right around June 1, 1846 as well.
Indeed,
baseball and beer—bad hops and good hops--have a long and loving relationship.
My earliest memory of the two intermingled was at Shea Stadium, when I was eye
level to the turnstile. Seconds before measuring myself against that steely foe,
I saw a feat of ingenuity that has stayed with me for decades: A few cases of
beer, trussed up like a shipwreck diver’s booty, hoisted from one scraggly guy
at street level to his friends, who pulled the rope while hanging over those
old Shea ramps, a hundred feet above. Based on the way the Mets played that
day, the cases of Meister Brau may have been for the players.
Baseball
is on the brain in the Captain Lawrence tasting room a few days before Opening
Day proper. There are scores of Yankee fans, of course, expecting nothing less
than the annual late October showdown, while appreciating what might be Mariano
Rivera’s last hurrah. There are some diehard Met fans, hoping for a pleasant
surprise. “Madoff’s gone,” says Kevin Raum of Valhalla. “I’m optimistic.”
There’s
a Phillie fan, and even a few Red Sox rooters. (Keep in mind, the Red Sox’
historic collapse last fall was a rare example of beer and baseball not going together well.) Jessica Young,
a Vermont native visiting the tasting room from her home in Harlem, has the Boston
baseball mindset pegged. “They’ll make us think they’re doing well,” she says.
“They won’t.”
The wet
weather has brought Kevin Raum and his buddies to the tasting room. Their
softball team—it’s called the Amazin’s, if you’re scoring at home—was to
practice in Hawthorne, but ended up hitting the batting cages at Sportime USA.
As they could practically smell the hops wafting up Rte. 9A from the brewery, the
Amazin’s’ spring training was cut short.
Mike
Forde of Valhalla sheds a little light on why baseball and beer go so damn well
together. “You’re outside for three or four hours, it’s a 70 degree day,” he
says. “It’s like a barbecue and beer---baseball and beer just go hand in hand.”
Others
offer up a variety of reasons. The peanuts and Cracker Jacks, as immortalized
in our national pastime’s national anthem, practically beg for a tasty brew. The
pace--or lack thereof, to those who simply don’t get baseball--of the game. And
as baseball is a kissing cousin of softball, the rare sport you can actually
play with a beer in your hand, softball’s social tendencies carry over to its more
hardcore sibling.
Jessica,
husband Tim and baby Riley are enjoying, respectively, a Kolsh, a Family Meal,
and milk. She offers a novel reason for ordering up a ballpark brew: “It’s so
much fun to hail the beer vendor.”
Ryan
Collins of Valhalla and Chris Pozzi of Yorktown Heights had the routine down
for years—at least until advanced adulthood kicked in: Stock up on Captain
Lawrence growlers at the old Pleasantville site on Saturday, and show up early
at Yankee Stadium Sunday. They’d enjoy burgers, marinated steak, and barbecue
chicken, along with Freshchester Pale Ale and Brown Ale (“It’s a long day if
you start with Imperial IPA,” says Collins), with 30 of their best buds.
“We’d save
the crappy domestic beer for after the game,” says Collins.
While
few in the room disputed the baseball-beer bond, some felt that excellent beer
goes well with most any activity. “There’s no event that beer can’t participate
in,” says Kerry Walsh of Pearl River with a smile.
Even
chess?
Apparently
yes.
“If
there’s beer there,” Walsh quips, “I’d probably go.”
--Michael
Malone
Captain Lawrence is
open Tuesday through Friday (retail 2-7 p.m., and samples 4-7 p.m.); and
Saturday, with retail and samples 12-6 p.m., and brewery tours at 1, 2 and 3
p.m.
The author is paid by
Captain Lawrence, partially in beer, for “Notes From the Tasting Room.”
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