"You know, not that blueberry shit," he instructed.
Kevin Youkilis sometimes thinks they're saying "Boooo." |
Almost instantly, a group of Metro West 20-somethings three appletinis deep wearing pink David Ortiz jerseys approached him with screams that would make a 1963 Paul McCartney jealous.
"Oh my god! You're that guy from the Sam Adams commercials!!" they exclaimed.
Youkilis shook his head slightly before deciding to just go with it.
Bob Cannon, Sam Adams' master brewer, has personally never seen a Red Sox game. |
"Yeah that's me. Name's Sam," he introduced.
"O. M. G. Just like Sam Adams!!" giggled Jenny McCarthy, 26, of Dorchester.
"What a coincidence," added best friend in the world Alex Smith, 27, of West Roxbury.
"Yeah, you know, we like to have that warm, rich hoppy flavor that's been aged in a barrel made of Brazilian hickory bark for 10 months. Then we pour it over a tingler that releases the aroma of seasoned Bavarian spice balls, and stuff," he said.
Youkilis then rose, slammed his glass over the polished side of the bar, and stormed out. When asked to pay, he replied only "I'm the Greek God of Walks" and walked out of the establishment.
Teammate Dustin Pedroia was barred from entry by a bouncer who instantly knew something was up when the 5'3" ballplayer nervously handed him a Montana license.
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