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There are just some weekends where anything beyond laying in bed and watching bad tv is a chore. I stayed in with my phone on silent this past Friday night. I had some subpar sushi Saturday night and was home by midnight. All in all, a pretty solid weekend. You guys appeared to have more fun than me. Let’s go.
Fuck. This looks…..good.
Say hi to Donnie for me.
A classic Mich Ultra pic.
I’ve been dying to go to a baseball game solely to drink beer out of plastic cups like this one. May have to pull the trigger on a couple of White Sox tickets because fuck the Cubs.
Birmingham, Alabama checking in. Now that I’m really thinking about this I don’t think I’ve ever been in like, THE DEEP SOUTH. Seems like an interesting area. Maybe I’ll take a road trip this fall for a ball game.
Look at these ultralight beams flowin’
For all the moms, the dads, the kids, the families that shared this moment with us
Let’s rock out for about……30 hours.
I don’t think you really have a choice.
Tell your boyfriend to lighten up.
This looks like an incredibly chill sitch.
I think I need to move to a beach town. North Carolina maybe?
Some idiot from Wisconsin told me that they were the Mitten State last weekend. What a jackass. Pure Michigan.
I love how everyone just hopped on the croquet wave the second I started talking about it. I’m not even joking when I say I’m the best croquet player in the Midwest. Maybe the country.
That sandwich looks fucking incredible.
I’m yearning for Friday night and it’s not even Monday afternoon yet.
Wait for it.
Wait for it.
Got a few Zima snaps over the weekend. Still haven’t seen it in any grocery stores. I think I’m probably good with just never trying it.
Can someone please get these bastards at Michelob Ultra to sponsor me? I’m sick of having a regular job.
Locked and loaded.
I never thought when I started this that people would get legitimately upset regarding getting their pictures of Michelob Ultra posted. Here we are, though. It’s a goddamn movement. My life. Your life. Ultra life.
Vacation, huh? Must be nice.
I’m into it.
This is just absurd. I love it.
What a beautiful garden.
What is the obsession with coolers? It’s a fucking cooler. What happened to just having a red Coleman? I don’t need a bear proof cooler that keeps ice for a month.
Oh my God. Some of the drunkest moments of my life were spent at Torch Lake. Wild place.
Congratulations on your birthday. I stopped celebrating at 23.
Imagine having to spend a weekend at Lake fucking Erie. Ohio might be the worst state in the union.
Finally a snap that I can definitively say is good. Crushing ultras and betting ponies sounds like a really satisfactory way to spend a Saturday.
I’m still waiting on a DCO x SCN collab shirt….I’m not saying Rowdy Gentleman should step in but I’m not NOT saying it, you know?
Low quality, basic ass picture of a Michelob Ultra. I love it. It’s an instant classic.
That’s all I’ve got for you this week. No one e-mailed me with submissions for Athlete of the Week so I guess I’ll just go fuck myself. Try not to work too hard today. It’s Monday and no one gives a shit. .