This week I won tickets (VIP, nonetheless!) to Greenville’s
Top of the Hops Inaugural Beer Festival. They asked me to give an acceptance speech with the threat of losing my tickets. Without further ado:
First, let me tell you all a little story. When I moved to Greenville 3 years ago, I had a small understand & appreciation for craft beer. I learned a distaste for the Bud Lights and the Schlitzes and to lean towards ‘uncommon’ beers from my father and older brother. None of us knew too much about beer, but we knew we enjoyed branching out and trying something new. Since the move, I’ve run into more beer people and learned more about craft brews than I imagined. A new passion was kindled under my loins, and it was a passion for GOOD BEER.
Thusly, I began my quest for tasting and knowing good beer. As it turned out, I gained an understanding of Asheville, NC as a “beer town”. Naturally, I visited several times and experienced the breweries and (later) the homebrew scene. As I spoke of my travels to Asheville with more and more people in Greenville, I found a number of people with interests akin to my own affinity for the tasty concoction. I learned of the (few) breweries in Greenville and in SC, and I found BARLEYS. Many a night has been spent at the corner of S. Laurens and Washington trying new beers and discussing their characteristics. This joint was a huge stepping stone into my understanding of craft beer.
I quickly gained a basic knowledge of the different types of beers available. I knew that I hated Belgians and that the really bitter beers were too harsh on my pansy little palate. All was well and good in my little world of Scottish Export 80’s when I met my good buddy, Brian Trump. Brian, more affectionately known simply as “Trump” is a genius and, subsequently, a little extreme. This fashions itself in many ways but for my story, it manifested itself in the form of Avery’s Maharaja IPA. But let me back up. Trump and I hung out regularly, if not daily, and our friendship harnessed itself to our likened lust for good beer. So, we often enjoyed each other’s company over a pint or 4. As usual, Trump was far ahead of me in his understanding of most everything, and his taste buds had already matured to the very bitter IPAs which I was so afraid of. I couldn’t stand these beers he would order and I would never have split so many pitchers with him but … you must understand, Trump is very persuasive. In any case, my taste buds slowly started to mature. First the Rogue Dead Guy, then Stone’s Arrogant Bastard, and then I discovered Avery’s Maharaja. It was the first IPA that I got butterflies over. In the ups and downs of our friendship, Trump and I can ALWAYS gather over a pint of that delectable beer. Since then, my affinity for Belgians has taken a turn as well. I’m currently addicted to Ommegang’s Hennepin Farmhouse Ale, as I rightfully should be.
It wasn’t long until my brother, David, was trying these IPAs that I loved so dearly. But he opened my eyes to a completely different understanding of beer in general: Homebrewing. On Easter Sunday, a year ago, he ordered a Scottish Wee Heavy extract kit and we brewed my first beer, as his birthday present to me. Since then, it’s been all downhill. I’ve upgraded to all grain brewing, I have a kegerator and a fermentation chamber (chest-freezer with temperature control) in my sunroom. And now we’re planning to do an ESB for a late birthday present for him in a few weeks. Homebrewing has forced me to truly learn beer – why things taste a certain way, what processes got them there, why subtle distinctions make all the difference. And I can’t go on any further without mentioning my wonderfully sweet wife, Lauren, who puts up with all of my spending and my ridiculous equipment, not to mention that she encourages it, even though she’s never liked a beer that’s touched her tongue. She, of course, helps finish out this story.
My birthday celebration was not a surprise this year – all of our friends had overdone it with the surprise parties. On Lauren’s queue, we decided to do a beer-tasting dinner. Ten 22oz “fancy” beers (as she called them) were hand-selected by my amazing wife. From Moylan’s Hopsickle IPA to Koeningshoeven’s Quad, we had an the best Green’s had to offer. It was awesome but for some reason Lauren was sad when giving me my present. I didn’t understand. “I got these a long time ago,” she says, “and the Top of the Hops Festival hadn’t been announced yet.” Two tickets to Athen’s Classic City Brew Festival, one for my good buddy Kerry Shay and one for me. What a sweetie. “But Kerry asked for the wrong day off of work,” she continued. “He’s coming on Saturday.”
At that point, I was determined to win tickets for my friend Kerry and I to go to the Top of the Hops Beer Festival. It appears that I have succeeded and so I thank you. You have completed my birthday present as well as Kerry’s, whose actual birthday is this Saturday, April 10th. Come wish him a happy birthday, he’ll be drinking delicious beers with the guy sporting the ridiculous mutton chops. That’s me.
My Acceptance Speech