Originally Posted by
Paul F Franklin
Back when I was an undergrad in college, Coors beer was not available in the Eastern part of the country, and the guys from the west kept talking about how great it was.
1972 DU grad here. My take on the whole Coors mystique was always that it wasn't guys from the west talking it up, it was the eastern tourists. They'd drink a can or two on their first day at high altitude and get smashed out of their minds, then go home and tell mythic stories about it. But at the time, it was cheap, a major bonus for poor students.
(My dad always referred to Coors as being like sex in a canoe, because it was "f***ing near water".)
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