hauntedbostonrpg | Patriots and Beer

“Ugh. I still can’t over it,” he said looking up at the flat screen which was showing the highlight of game between the New England Patriots and Denver Broncos. “Two lousy points.”

“Tell me about it. People have been talking about it all week,” said the bartender.

“God dammit,” Darren said seeing the replay of the field kick which ended up costing the game in the end.

“Sounds like you need drink,” said the bartender. “What’s your booze?”

“Sam Adams.” Darren replied. He had enough grief for the day. He looked down the bar toward the front door as someone came through the door for the start of happy hour.

The bartender returned with his Samuel Adams beer in a mug straight from the tap with the head still overflowing. “Tab, Darren?”

“Yes, thanks,” he grabbed his beer and took a sip. It was the best, not that he did not enjoy the other home brews from Boston. Samuel Adams was the only taste of New England when he lived in Japan. In a way, having Sam Adams in Boston connected him back to Japan.