I was crushed to find out that a single twelve ounce beer was considered one serving, and, as such, a twelve pack of beer was intended to satiate the thirst of an entire baseball team, including two relief pitchers and a closer.

It was then that I discovered “oil cans” of Foster’s Lager. I could now relax and have “a few” beers without most of the guilt trip.

The final resolution to the guilt of beer serving sizes and quantity of beers consumed was provided by the installation of a keg o rater.

You see, kegs do not come with pesky warning labels listing calories and serving size, and since I can honestly say that I am having “a glass” of beer (even though it may be a bottomless glass), others cannot chastise me for over consumption, since I am having only the one glass!

Some folks see the glass as half empty and others as half full.

I just see the opportunity for a refill!

Cheers,

Uncle Bill

PS – You are responsible for the noodle side dish the next time we get together for Thanksgiving!