What Keg beer would you get??

[KSigkid]

Originally posted by lifesaver
So I chose Coors.

I could have easily spent HALF the cash (Cause no one who said they 'd pitch in, did) and just got a variety of cases, but the new girlfriend, (his, not mine, lol) who was throwing the party insisted I buy a keg, so I did.

Anyway, I went to the keg place and backed the truck up. They loaded in the keg, liner, tap, etc. I'm not gonna lie, I was an undergraduate a a chapter who ACTUALLY followed our Risk Management Rules that said NO KEGS. I saw MAYBE 3 kegs in 5 years, and the peopel who rolled up with them those few times got in HELLA trouble from Exec. So I rewally had limited exparience with kegs. I probably had more experience from high school than college.

Back to the story, so they all load up the materials. I drive over to Kenny's house (where the party was) and all decide to unload everythign myself. Partly cause no one offered to help, but two, cause I've been going to the gym and think I'm all swole now, lol. So I unload the liner, ice, tap and cups and take them inside. Heavy, but not overwhelming. Then I go back to my truck and try to unload the FULL 200lb keg (not realizing it weighs 200 lbs) by myself.

It starts to roll. So like a dumbass, I decide to use my LEG to stop the roll out of the back of my truck (still thinking the keg only weighs 50- 75 lbs). So the keg drops off my tailgate and hits my leg full on at the side of the knee and buckles it, like that dude in the NBA whos out for the season, cause it bends my knee where and in a direction its not supposed to EVER DO - all sideways, dropping my ass to the ground as the keg rolls out into the street.

Kenny's mom's boyfriend (and probable husband # 7) runs out to help. Goes straight to the keg, rescues it. Sees me on the ground and asks how I am. Once I can utter a word that isnt an explicitive, I tell him that once the feelign comes back into my leg, I am sure I'll be OK.

Eventually, the feeling does return to my leg but it now hurts like hell. Cant walk up or down the stairs and the damn keg is still full. MAYBE 10 people drank outta it.

Bastards. Dear god its gonna hurt like jesus in the am. Be all stiff and shit too. I best be able to figure out how to get some vicodin outta this deal, thats for damn sure.

I'm sorry, and I hope your leg feels better, but that's a DAMN good story. Glad to hear you went for the Coors.