Why can’t I quit you, tallboy?

A 24-ounce can of PBR is in the back of my fridge right now. It’s in the regular spot for a tallboy, towering over the craft beers but a neck below the Tank 7 Smokestack series from Boulevard.

Tallboys are the lone holdout from my days of college drinking. They still go well with a football game and take up less room than a six-pack. Also, they seem to be a compromise with Father Time: Hey, at least I’m not drinking a Forty, anymore — 24 ounces is a sign of moderation.