When the editors say there’s a sponsored call for headlines involving craft beer, it’s like Christmas morning.

Oof. If there was ever a year that needed copious amounts of beer, it was 2020. Didn’t travel too much, but drank a lot. A LOT.

I promised myself that when my child was born, I would seriously cut back on beer intake, spending, chasing, acquiring, trading, etc. I have tried to do that to the best of my ability, but the sweet sweet nectar's siren song has yet to release it's stranglehold on me.

I'm not sure I can sustain making this list for too much longer. I try way too many different beers and refuse to document most of them

As 2017 shows itself out the door like a houseguest that's overstayed it's welcome, it's time for one of my favorite exercises of the year.