You made it through the rain, the chicken dance, the crowds at the soccer house and the loud electronica. As a token of our gratitude, here goes the Ode to Natty Light:
Your delicate can of silver and blue,
So often crushed after a shotgun,
Lifeless can surrounded by others,
Amid a sea of tan, exhausted legs.
Oh, the joy you brought to all!
The buzz of your beer, after a while,
Awakening our senses
To the smell of the lobster.
Some surmise you were made from another,
But you taste better;
So here’s to you, Natty God
May you live forever.
At least as long as Binder keeps coming.
Peace out SW ’12. We hardly knew ye.