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Every day is an adventure, some say. Others say each day brings another set of challenges. I say every new day is an opportunity to celebrate, commiserate, and conversate—with a pint. Or two.

My name is Clint, and I’m an … advocate for beer. Beer when your team is playing on television. Beer when that team is getting whupped. When it’s kicking ass. When you’re at that team’s ballpark and can afford it.

Beer when life gives you a big bowl of suck. Beer when there’s drama. When someone smashes your car’s window with a boulder. When you have to put your pet to sleep. When something goes awry in your genes, or in those of a loved one.

Beer when you’re somewhere beer isn’t allowed. Beer on the trail. At the beach. In the shower, where you dream of the beach.

Beer to celebrate. When you get married. When happy hour is the sweetest hour of the week. When the kids go to bed. When the leaves change and the air goes cool. When you finally make that last payment. When the memory of your favorite band killing a set back in 1990 washes over you for no apparent reason. After you finally get a good workout again. And when you just don’t have energy for the gym.

Beer for beer’s sake.

There’s rarely a bad time—or bad excuse—for a beer. Even if it’s mass-produced crap beer at the department team-building bowling outing. And usually, enjoying a beer with a friend brings you, compadre, and beer even closer.

When do I enjoy beer? I’ll try to keep you posted. Why do I deserve two pints today? Well, I’ll tell you. Who’s having a beer with me? Probably my wife, as I’m lucky like that. (I actually do have a few other friends.) What’s on my lupulin-coddled mind? You’ll see.

I’ll imbibe and write responsibly. You do the same.