A lot of people ask, "Why is your beer called Bonecrusher Brews?"
That's a good question; it's a great story. Ideally, we'd crack open a couple of BcB's and I'd tell you in person, however, that's clearly not possible right now. So, feel free to pop a top* and keep reading...
It was January 9, 2009 when my brother, one of his good friends, and I went out for the evening to enjoy a few Fisherman's Brews and have some fun at a couple of the clubs and bars in Gloucester, Mass. We had a great time catching up on old times and by the time we got back to my brother's place, we were all feeling pretty good.
My brother was feeling pretty... um... I'll say "strong" when he decided to try to egg me on into an impromptu "boxing" match. I told him (several times) that I did not want to fight with him, especially in his apartment because I didn't want to hurt him and/or break any of his stuff. (I have a witness as to the truthfulness of my statements) He kept punching me. He would not take "No" for an answer. He would not stop.
I finally did square off with him and I hit him cleanly in the ribcage with a (powerful) left hook. Well folks, I broke a rib. I felt bad (but to this day, I still feel like he totally had it coming.)
* Bonecrusher Brews does not condone underage drinking.