"My Best Story: berryman"

[berryman]

Ok folks this is a long one but here goes......
One Friday morning last Feb. I went to climb in my jeep as I always do and the pipe running board was black iced, its a good step up anyways.

My legs went out from under me and I landed on my back in the door opening, My back was hurting the rest of the day. That night I took my wife and daughter up to Buffalo because my daughter just had a premature baby and the wife was going to stay up with her for the weekend, back hurt the whole time I drove, but kept thinking what a great brew weekend I will have with nobody around. Saturday morning I was up early and ready to brew, Had 3 five gal brews planed, extracts with steeps and hop boils.

brewing was doing good, one of those days where everything is coming out right. Drank a few beers

called the wife on the phone

to see how things were going there.
Just then a couple neighbours stopped in and wanted to know if I needed help.

I told them no thanks and they had a quick beer and left. Now everything is going good to this point finished a few beers

and doing my last batch, a Belgium triple that I had been wanting to brew for a long time, almost $50.00 with White Labs yeast, everything went great, I like to put my wort in my bottling bucket and freefall it into my carboy, I get good aeration that way.

I pitched the yeast and picked up the 6.5 glass carboy to carry it over to my darkroom and my brew cabinet.

When I do Ales I just put the carboy on top for easier transferring, I carried it over and then my back stated to hurt, so I sat it down and straightend up for a min. then bent down and picked it up, all of a sudden it felt like I was stabbed though my back with a sword and I dropped it. Thousands of pieces of glass and beer all over my floor. I just looked at it and went up to bed. the next day I cleaned up the mess.
A good brew day turn bad.

[philm00x]

I remember when you told me about this story. Bad day for you AND your beer

PS- love the illustrations to add detail to the story retold.

[FrozenInTime]

Hate to admit it, but I remember when that happened to you.

[Inkleg]

Nice story. Could I get your neighbors phone numbers.

[berryman]

Nice story. Could I get your neighbors phone numbers.

some parts of this story might be fiction or I could have been dreaming. I'll see what I can do

[Beer-lord]

I think you should win again.
And, I wish I lived in your neighborhood.

[jhough]

B-MAN If this is truth ,....then I am sorry for your loss and hurt back. Lord knows as a mechanic also my back hurts CONSTANTLY too . If it is fiction then sorry for your loss .

[duff]

I don't think I could find it in myself to turn down the neighbors assistance.

But it does suck to hear about the beer and your back.

[berryman]

B-MAN If this is truth ,....then I am sorry for your loss and hurt back. Lord knows as a mechanic also my back hurts CONSTANTLY too . If it is fiction then sorry for your loss .

The only part that is fiction is the neighbors didn't stop, I think they were out of town, maybe in Germany.

[Yankeedag]

Dang Leprechauns!

[FedoraDave]

I don't remember this story, Berry. I know I'd have remembered such a tragic loss.

Anyway, this is why I bought Better Bottles when I upgraded to the five-gallon batches. I've dropped them a couple of times (never when full, though). And every time they bounce and roll across my basement's cement slab, I am reminded of my foresight in getting plastic carboys.