Ryan McGee has a case and a half of Sam Adams Octoberfest on his back porch. So? See, he's gotten older and realizes it's probably not the best thing to start downing that liquid gold during the week. But dagnabbit, he wants to anyway: I need excuses to crack open the sudsy goodness that calls my name:

... Drop any and all excuses below. Help a bald Bostonian out. It doesn't have to be a good one. Heck, I'd kinda prefer a bad one. Like, "Well, you didn't kill a koala today, did you?"