Hawaii -- Land of Sun and . . . Snow

I'm such a doofus that I assumed Hawaii was, ya know, all sand and sun and palm trees. (I've never been there.) (*1) Nope. Astute Reader Dexter, who lives in Hawaii, set me straight by sending me some photos of the snowy slopes of Mauna Kea. The volcano sports an especially heavy blanket of snow this winter. I hunted around for some "public" images and you can see those here.

Tip o' the mug to Dexter, who often takes time out of his day to share interesting stuff with me. Lucky sod: I can see him now, laying on one of those beaches, surfing his laptop . . . .

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*1: Which, yes, was stupid of me because I knew there was an observatory there and therefore there must be summit of some sort and where there is height, there is snow....

First-Draft Follies: Budweiser, Baseball and . . . Communism. Part 1 of 4

Part One --- Part Two --- Part Three --- Part Four Welcome to First Draft Follies, an ongoing series here at the blog. The material is presented "as is" from the first draft of the manuscript that became the book Ambitious Brew. In a few places I added one or two words in brackets -- [like this] -- for clarification. The excerpt is long, so I'm breaking it into manageable bits and posting those bits over the next few days.

This edition of the Follies concerns Gus Busch and the fallout from his purchase of the St. Louis Cardinals. __________________________________

All told, 1954 was not a particularly good year for Gus Busch, and not just because of his pricing blunder. [He'd raised the prices of his beer; sales plunged.] He spent part of that year wondering if he’d made a mistake investing in baseball, [namely] the St. Louis Cardinals, which he had bought in 1953.

This was a risky move. Baseball attendance nationwide had suffered in recent years, another victim of [the new technology of] television as viewers chose to stay home and watch rather than take themselves out to the ballpark. In theory at any rate, a corporate parent like Anheuser-Busch could suffer empty seats with more patience than other owners: the advertising would reach consumers whether they were sitting in easy chairs at home or hard seats back of the outfield.

Gus Busch scoffed at the notion that he’d bought the team only for its sales-pitch potential, but he and everyone else knew that it wouldn’t hurt to have Anheuser-Busch signs plastered all over the infield and scoreboard. The new owner knew little about baseball but he dived into this new adventure with the same gusto with which he grabbed everything else in life; this was a man, after all, who hated to lose.

"'We hope to make the Cardinals one of the greatest baseball teams of all time,'" he assured St. Louisans and anyone who cared. (*1)

Never mind that Griesedieck Western Brewing (cousins of the Falstaff Griesedieck) owned the radio and TV contract for the 1953 season. Never mind that state laws banned the sale of beer at the ball parks where the Cards’ farm teams played. (Four months later the Texas legislature legalized the sale of beer at that state’s ballparks.)

Minor details, those, and not enough to dampen Gus’s enthusiasm. He even traveled up to Milwaukee in April to enjoy a joint celebration with Fred Miller, whose company had just helped negotiate (and pay for) the purchase of the Boston Braves. Miller had been named to the new Milwaukee Braves board of directors and he hosted a luncheon for city officials, Braves president Lou Perini; Ford Frick, the commissioner of baseball; Warren Giles, president of the National Baseball League, and Miller’s good buddy Gus Busch.

A bemused Gus posed for pictures with the group, standing behind the seated Fred and with his hands on Miller’s shoulders, as if to say "Down, boy, down!" In the center of the luncheon table sat a cake decorated with small figures of two baseball players, one in a Cards’ uniform, another dressed as a Brave, foreheads touching, leaning into an imaginary shouting match as a tiny "impassive" umpire stood nearby. (*2)

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Sources: *1: "'Sporting Venture,'" Time 61 (March 2, 1953): 46.

*2: "Welcome Braves to Beer Capital," Modern Brewery Age 49 (May 1953): 14.

WHOMP Go the Beer Companies

In my never-ending attempt to keep anyone interested updated on the relationship between beer and Life As We Know It: More earnings reports from the beer world, this one from Heinken (more details here). The guy at fivethirtyeight weighed in.

As always, the comments are worth reading. (Some of it misguided, but hey....)

As anyone who reads this blog knows, I take the long (loooooooong) view of the big picture. I realize that many people think, "Oh, hey, the decline in beer sales means this, this, and this." My view is not of the past five months but the past five decades and the past few hundred years.

As I said here some months back, being a historian is both a curse and a blessing.

But while we're on the short-term view, hey, how 'bout Carlos Brito. He's certainly living up to his reputation.

Big tip o' the mug to Astute Reader Dexter, who, I am convinced, is laying on a warm beach in Hawaii wondering what's up with us mugs (no pun intended) who endure five months of snow every year. A

nd a shout-out to Jeremiah McWilliams, the always entertaining ace reporter and brains behind Lager Heads (the source of the link for the update on Brito) for this (which I intended to thank him for earlier and never got around to).

More Than You Want to Know About Newspapers

One of the websites that I read regularly is one maintained by the Nieman Journalism Lab. (Hey, I can think of worse ways to waste my time....)

It's always worth visiting, but the past few days the staff has been crunching some newspapers numbers. If you're interested in newspapers, take a look here, here, and here.

Then there's this comment/discussion about the whole pay-for-content-and-the-future-of-newspapers.

But I loved this in-depth look at the new "Article Skimmer" created by the one of the software developers at the New York Times. I tried out the Skimmer, and I've gotta say: I like it. As the audio commentary in the Nieman piece notes, the current NYT online layout tends, inadvertently or otherwise, to favor some pieces and sections over others. I gather that this feature is not fully functional (if only because I can't find a way to link to it other than from the original blog entry, plus not all the paper's sections are included in the Skimmer).

Spit-On-The-Keyboard Hilarious -- And Thank God I'm Not A Man

Oh, man (no pun intended), this is one of the funniest things I've seen in a long long time. These are ads for an Israeli brewing company. The ad campaign was called "Thank god you're a man." Click on the three black images to enlarge each -- and make sure there's no fluid in your mouth when you're looking. (Wash your brain out with soap! That was NOT a double entrendre.) Huge tip o' the mug to my pal Jay Brooks for this grand laugh-of-the-day.

Oh, The Twitt-abilities

Okay, this is the kind of thing that can/could/should make Twitter worthwhile. From David Nygren via Twitter, commenting on this story and photo in today's Times:

Are these head ads hyperlinked? . . .Will their heads explode if you click on them?

Damn! I wish I'd "tweeted" that comment! My new goal in life is to be as Twitterly-creative as David.