Three years ago, I wrote a Father's Day tribute to Busch Light that I feel deserves repeating:
I try to be cultured and sophisticated. Sometimes I pretend to have a well developed pallet especially when it comes to beer. But in reality there are times when nothing will do quite as well as a Busch Light. I'm not just talking price either. When I'm fishing on a secluded tributary of the Wapsipinicon River, I don't want to haul in some stout that takes careful patient pouring, or a porter that you have to sit down for. Nah, just grab me a 40 ounce Busch Light out of the case at the gas station and I'm a happy daddy.
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