I also developed an enormous crush on this guy:
Isn't he dreamy? That, my friends, is Sam Calagione, founder of Dogfish Head. (DFH is responsible for the deliciously irresistible Punkin Ale that I fell in love with this fall.)
And guess where Uberman is right now at this very minute while I sit at home and referee his children and fold his laundry?? He's hanging out with Sam at a Bocce Ball tournament! I know, can you believe that crap?
And then he had the great big giant cajones to call me and brag about it!
Ubes: I just met Sam!
Me: Are you kidding me?? What did he say? What did you say? Did you tell him about me? Is he just as pretty up close?
Ubes: He said he liked my shirt!
Me: So what did he say about me?
Ubes: And he told me to go drink a beer.
Me: So you mean I could have gone with you and met him and convinced him to fall in love with me and then we could have run away together?
Ubes: Yeah. I told him I didn't bring you because you wanted to run away with him. He laughed.
Me: What??? You mean he has heard of me??? What did he say? Was he open to it?
Ubes: I gotta go, he's gonna sign my book.
Me: I can't believe this. I should have gone. I could have been Mrs. Dogfish head!
Ubes: Um, yeah. That's great, Babe.
Me: But I would have totally hooked you up, man.
Ubes: Gee. Thanks.
Me: Well it's the least I could do. You would have been the one to introduce us after all. Dang! I can't believe I am not there!
Ubes: Yeah. What a shame.
Some how I don't think he really thought it was a shame. Someday, Sam. Someday.