Ahh! - Beer and Golf. What a truly majestic combination.
As a wee laddie I was indoctrinated early in the dark art of the Dark Beer. We were practically weaned on Sweetheart Stout - a truly silky sweet, Black treacly potion with allegedly medicinal qualities. From Alloa, it would have to accompany a round at the splendidly named Schawpark...
Following on into the teens, it was a fairly simple step to then mix a wee S.S. in with an IPA (or Export) to create the 'Black'n'Tan' - yummity yum yum...slightly sweet, dark, chocolatey and a splendid aid to digestion - although potentially quite an 'explosive' mixture. Let's have one at my old muni - the 9-holer at Polkemmet Park.
A hop, step and a staggering jump easily brings us to the late teen years and the 'Guinness Black'n'Tan'. Now we are 19 or 20 and our palates have matured. More bitter, less saccharin sweet and a heady international blend of Ireland and Scotland. Now also, we are beginning to appreciate some of the finer things in life. We have gone to University and are sampling the heady linksy delights of Monifieth and parts NorthEast.
But wait! A rebellion! It's our twenties and 'Brown Ale' is for Old Men! Now we must take to Lager. Ah, but we are too sophisticated for such an inferior Brew and must 'improve' it somehow. But what shall we do? I know - add Cider! Thus the 'Snakebite' is born. Ten or twelve of these on a friday night and NO PAIN on the first Tee of a saturday morning. Now it matters not WHERE we play - only HOW WELL! Ah, the folly of the Scorecard mentality...
Into the Thirties now and the palate is suddenly strangely ready for the first time for - WHISKY! Naturally, a Beer Chaser is normally necessary. Again we return to the Browner end of the spectrum. On the Course, the delights of the hip-flask are soon discovered. But not for us the snooty Malts - Oh, No! The Famous Grouse, a wee Bell's or a Cutty Sark taste just as good as a Macallan in the fresh air on the Links.
Now we are Forty, it is the autumn of our days and we have come to Dregs of our Vintage Kegs (Thanks, Frank!) Wine is the flavour of the day. Our palates have moved towards 'Quality'. German Beer (gasp, Shock!) is the ultimate. Brown Ales now consigned to the great urinal in the sky until the days of our dotage perhaps, when we can return to the times of our childhood and youth when we could spend every day at the golf course. This time, we will however, be mostly in the clubhouse - talking a good game of golf instead of playing it!
FBD.