High-res photo An October evening featuring a non-eastern division team in each of the conference series is best spent on a living room beach chair, sampling the few good pumpkin beers known to man.  Phils and Yanks grab all the headlines of the Eastern Seaboard. Fuck ‘em. Give yerself solace from the Madness: there are eastcoasty brews worthy of yer buds. And thankfully more than just the Southern Tiers and Weyerbachers. Behold!  Cape Ann Brewing Company’s Fisherman’s Imperial Pumpkin Stout!  More words in a beer name, please!  Soberly now, this beer’s pumpkin and stouty complexions intertwine like the bell-toned grunge klanggggwobbbble of Sonic Youth open-tuned Jazzmasters.  No, Thurston Moore won’t give yer guitar fingers the lesson they need but the Fisherman’s Pumpkin Stout will make yer tongue a bit more nimble. 8.0% of belligerent jack-o-lantern is masked well behind a Lincecumiun glove. Good thing the yawning, 7.5 foot stride surmounts the after-effects.  Fitting that this October’s dark horse is emblazoned with black and orange, no?.  Yer mouth yearns to mimic this. Time to get over the ales, marry yer bass player, and give anyone you know from Philly all the sludgy pumpkiny stout you have, cuz yer now in the know.  The Fisherman’s Pumpkin Stout vindicates yer support of the underdogs. -The Admiral

An October evening featuring a non-eastern division team in each of the conference series is best spent on a living room beach chair, sampling the few good pumpkin beers known to man.  Phils and Yanks grab all the headlines of the Eastern Seaboard. Fuck ‘em. Give yerself solace from the Madness: there are eastcoasty brews worthy of yer buds. And thankfully more than just the Southern Tiers and Weyerbachers.

Behold!  Cape Ann Brewing Company’s Fisherman’s Imperial Pumpkin Stout!  More words in a beer name, please! 

Soberly now, this beer’s pumpkin and stouty complexions intertwine like the bell-toned grunge klanggggwobbbble of Sonic Youth open-tuned Jazzmasters.  No, Thurston Moore won’t give yer guitar fingers the lesson they need but the Fisherman’s Pumpkin Stout will make yer tongue a bit more nimble.

8.0% of belligerent jack-o-lantern is masked well behind a Lincecumiun glove. Good thing the yawning, 7.5 foot stride surmounts the after-effects.  Fitting that this October’s dark horse is emblazoned with black and orange, no?.  Yer mouth yearns to mimic this.

Time to get over the ales, marry yer bass player, and give anyone you know from Philly all the sludgy pumpkiny stout you have, cuz yer now in the know.  The Fisherman’s Pumpkin Stout vindicates yer support of the underdogs.

-The Admiral