Ok. Once upon a time or as we say in Texas " you ain't gonna believe this chit". In 1978 Louisiana between Highway one and Highway 71- I got kicked to the curb by "the one". I lost the girl but kept the beer. ;-))
It actually all worked out two years later. I was going to make enough money to be a Trout Bum. But----- I was playing golf on a bad course with rented clubs and the beer cart girl ran over me bowled me over like a 7-10 split. With tears in my eyes she asked if a beer would help. She handed me a Miller Lite. We been married going on 36 years. I like Miller Lite.