Beer Review: Shipyard’s Finder IPA


The worst thing about New England is that despite how annoying the residents are, the region puts out a helluva product.  The Red Sox just won their fourth World Series in the last 15 years, the Patriots are the preeminent football dynasty, the Celtics are classic, The Departed is the greatest movie ever made, and New England clam chowder is delicious.

Before I drank it I had to find out what the hell a New England IPA was.  I live in Northern California and drink Sierra Nevada like it’s water.  IPA’s, to me, are synonymous with the West Coast.  Why is the Northeast appropriating our beer?

Turns out that a New England style IPA is just a pussy version of a REAL IPA.  Not quite as hoppy.  Not quite as bitter.  A little more fruity.

Shipyard’s own website describes the Finder IPA as follows:

This mouthwatering New England Style IPA has a creamy mouthfeel. The Citra, Mosaic and El Dorado hops create a drinkable, juicy ale with flavors of grapefruit, orange peel and lemongrass. Finder finishes with a slight bitterness and notes of tropical sweetness.

I wouldn’t say it has a creamy mouthfeel, but it is definitely drinkable and juicy.  You can taste a lot of the fruit, almost like a hybrid IPA.  The site also describes the beer’s color as “Deep Gold” but that’s a generous characterization.  It’s more appropriately describable as “Dust Bowl Orange”.

Because I hate New England’s fanbase, I so dearly wanted to write a scathing review of this beer.  Alas, I believe beer are like dogs–there’s no such thing as a bad dog.


All hail Spanish Nick Collison!

NBA Purgatory is a depressing state of existence where an NBA team and their fanbase have nothing to root for:  the team is neither good enough for contendership, nor bad enough for the highly revered “youth movement” (re: The Process.)

Luckily for the Charlotte Hornets, they can fast forward through another dreaded 28-54 season of irrelevance and start the rebuild process immediately.  Kemba Walker, the diminutive two time all-star who is Kirkland Signature Steph Curry, hits the free agent market this summer.  (He will almost assuredly sign with the LA Clippers and lead them to 33 win seasons until Doc Rivers croaks.)  Why not just trade him now and build around your real franchise player?

Who is this budding superstar, you may be asking?  Is it Malik Monk or Miles Bridges?  Neither.  It’s Willy Hernangomez, the 24 year old Spanish center.  But don’t get it twisted.  He’s a young 24.   Continue reading “All hail Spanish Nick Collison!”

NBA Trash Report: Sacramento’s Justin Jackson is king of the dumpster

Sacramento is a city on the upswing.  Money is pouring in to make California’s Capitol a big time player in politics, tech, art, education, etc.  We are trying to become a destination rather than departing juncture.  But in the midst of the expansion comes gentrification, and Sacramento’s homeless epidemic is a real hot-button issue in the area.  From 2015 to 2017, the transient population in Sacramento rose 30%.

And after last night’s game against the Utah Jazz, the city has another bum to add to the list:  Justin Jackson.

Here’s a screenshot that just begins to scratch the surface Jackson’s impact last night:

justin jackson

That is some ripe garbage!  Jackson, who had one good year shooting on a stacked national title team, came into the league marketed as an NBA ready catch and shoot threat.  But in his time with the Kings, he’s reverted back to a trash baby shooter who possesses none of the athleticism needed to be a complete wing.  And despite shooting just 30% from deep last season, Jackson took four attempts from beyond the arc last night.  He missed them all.

But the frustration with Jackson is more than just his poop offense and poop defense.  It’s the fact that the Kings were actually in a position to beat Utah last night and, for some reason, kept riding the Jackson Junction.  With five minutes left to go in the third, old Blue Balls checked into a 78-78 ballgame.  Inexplicably, he played the remainder of the game, which ended 123-117 for the Jazz.

Here’s Jackson playing soft on the break:

And here’s Jackson screwing up an easy two points that led to a four point swing:

Love the sound clip from Grant Napear here:

“Jackson…JACKSON!  OH MY GOODNESS!  Almost a disaster!”

No Grant, it was a disaster.  Justin Jackson is a disaster.

When asked for comment on why Justin Jackson played 17 straight minutes against the best defense in the league despite being a terrible player, Kings coach Dave Joerger offered this insight:


Over half of Jackson’s minutes came at the four, including a stretch in the 4th when the 6’8, 200 pound Jackson was guarding Derrick Favors, a 6’10, 260 pound beast.  But can you really blame Dave for that?  After all, we are in the era of Positionless Basketball©.  Hopefully Jackson’s next position will be on the bench.  At Discovery Park.  With the other bums.

The Spurs most important weapon doesn’t play road games

With his body as protection, Thunder guard Raymond Felton conservatively brought the ball up court with his right hand, using a path Spurs defender Patty Mills, who picked him up the full length, offered. Felton took another shuffle towards the sideline, but in an instant, changed course. The veteran pivoted towards center court and towards a screen set by forward Jerami Grant just outside the three point line. Felton hit the acceleration at just the right time, bursting around the pick and leaving stunned Mills fighting through the wall, and raced towards a softness in the defense. Felton reached the free throw line, rose up from one leg and released a gentle floater that nestled through the nylon for two. The home crowd groaned audibly. The scorekeeper booked two. The lead was now 43-20 in favor of visiting Oklahoma City, their largest of the night, with 9:30 to go in the first half. Continue reading “The Spurs most important weapon doesn’t play road games”