Well unless you’ve been living under a rock, there were some unnerving events unfolding in downtown Champaign over the last few weeks. One of the local beer distributors RAN OUT OF CANS OF HAMM’S. That’s right, Hamm’s. The beer refreshing. Brewed where nature works her wonders. Aged for many moons. HAMM’S.

Here’s a picture of the last can consumed, as submitted by Low End on February 22nd, the year of our Lord, two-thousand twelve.

Oh, sure … you could get a Hamm’s draft at two many fine institutions downtown, but where’s the chance to win? If you’re the lucky individual to blow the keg, are you going to wear it on your head? I think not. That would just look silly.

Let the games continue.