On account of such numbers seem to matter to the people on the County Island, I thought I might as well tell everybody today’s Coors Light’s bonafide 21st birthday. Why it matters, us horses don’t know, or care, to tell the truth. And I’m 27, so that makes me older and also better.
But still. Happy 21st, buddy. I tease ya without mercy — and make no mistake, you’ve earned it — but there’s only one Coors Light, and I suppose I ain’t half ashamed to call ya my friend.