The backstory and previous adventures of my beer can be found here and here.

I'm late in posting this, but my beer has been making the rounds again, and made it to the Spring Game in Ames last weekend.

Russ reports:

Oh yeah, and "your beer" enjoyed the game. "She" got to pose with the Jack Trice statue outside the stadium. I was going to set her in his hand, but Jeez, that would be freakin' sacreligious.

Jack Trice, God Rest His Soul, was the first African-American football player at Iowa State University, and the first athlete ever to die for Iowa State. His is an exceedingly sad tale, which is why there are statues of him, not only at the football stadium that is named after him, but on campus as well. If I'm remembering the story correctly, nothing ever happened to the three Minnesota players who trampled him. They couldn't say for sure that it was intentional. (Pah!) I agree with Russ that it would have been sacreligious for my beer to have whined about not being placed into Jack's hand. My beer knows better than that.

It seems my beer is trying to make amends for hanging out with Hawkeyes and for her floozy-ish behavior in KC. One can only hope she learned her lessons after hanging out with a legend.

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