There was a Baltimore Colts player named Art Donovan, he played in the 50's, was in the pivotal 1958 Colts-Giants game, was a pro bowler when it mattered and was inducted into the NFL hall of fame. He was famous around here and was a complete goof ball. Tough as nails, sausage fingers, no neck, WWII vet, was on late night talk shows when they were funny.
He owned a country club around here, just tennis and a pool and an event venue, which was just an excuse for him to have a sweet mahogany bar room for him and his friends to hang out. He only drank Schlitz from a can. That's it, no liquor, no Budweiser, just Schlitz, and it seemed like he had 20 every night. Whenever I was there for an event, he'd be sitting in the corner telling jokes and running the room, it was always an honor to have a Schlitz with him and joke around while he was holding court. I have a signed Schlitz can on my shelf.