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FRIENDS! It was on this day in the year 1933 and they’re out of the gate! Coming around the first bend it’s Hot Water Trotter followed closely by She’s Always Eating Something by a neck’s reach! The first length down and here comes Wrinkled Member galloping up the outside! I…

Sorry, whenever I see the year “1933″ written I switch into Horse Race Announcer mode. Likely doesn’t help that we went to the world-famous Santa Anita horse track this weekend. There was a microbrew festival there! Some amazing beers on tap, like the Widmer Crimson Wheat I’ve posted on, a Kona Coffee Stout… anyway, we’re here to talk about New Beer’s Day. So let’s talk…

It was indeed on this day, April 7th 1933 that the mud is flying off Salty Sack’s hooves as he sprints to the finish but OH! What’s this!?!? Wassamatter Jew is overtaking him and… sorry. Dammit, sorry. Um… I better just link to this article. LIIIIINK!!!

Anyway, today marks the day beer could again be served in America, after more then 12 years of the stupidest policy ever to shroud our good land. Not that I would have minded gettin’ me a flapper or two, or perhaps a bit of flagpole sittin’ and jitterbuggin all night. Anyway, yeah. I mean: YEAH!!!