Especially when they’re wearing Hamm’s Hats.
Chicks dig musicians.
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Yurp!
… a-durp-durp!!!
Opening Day!!
What could possibly be better than drinking on Opening Day on a warm Friday morning afternoon? A Hamm’s Hat! All-Star takes his place at the plate …
… patrons bases are loaded …
… here comes the stretch …
… and the pitch …
SEEEE-YAH!!! All-Star hits another one out of the park. Yay baseball!!
That’s some schnozz!
I think I made the nose guard big because it was unseasonably warm in The Rail that evening.
Stripes!
From an excavation dating back to the early 21st century — February, I think. Here’s Stripes who apparently ordered two Hamm’s to secure that hat. I’m sure one was for another patron. That’s how we roll.
24-packs are back!
Breaking news! 24-packs are back!
If my math is correct, this should result in a 25% increase in Hamm’s Hats. Now that’s a good investment. Let the games begin.
[Photo submitted by Hoss aka Teabag. Or “Mr. Bag” if your name is Hot Pockets.]
Giggity!
You want me to do what now?
Ahh … now it all makes sense.
Meet Mark P.; not to be confused with Brick. Apparently this was his first time at The Brass Rail. And how do we welcome new patrons to The Brass Rail? With a Hamm’s Hat! (If you get the last delicious can, of course.) He assumed his new duties with vim and aplomb. Well done, Mark!
“Name something that’s better when it’s bigger.”
TACOS!!
[Ed.: Yes — that was Wildman’s actual response watching Family Feud one day at The Rail.]
SKIDS!!!
Lemme get this straight.
So what now?
Fuck, yeah!! Bonus points for the visual acuity!
Cool it — I’m thirsty.
Now that’s a cold refreshing beer. Happy days are here again.
Happy Hour Dan!
Ahh — the joyous beginning of the weekend: Friday Happy Hour. And according to Cool Whip, what’s better than Happy Hour? When there’s a Hamm’s Hat involved! Smart girl; she’s a keeper.
P.S.: I like the mouthpiece. Nice touch.