welcome captain hops

both in the cheap seats, and at ringside you may see a fellow in a naval cap with a stein in his hand. that is none other than captain hops. raised by bavarian monks, he is devoted to the (nearly-dead) artform of writing meditative haiku based exclusively on beer.

wit, wisdom and weizen are his weapons. if he seems unsteady on his feet, i assure you, it's because of his unfamiliar surroundings, not his blood alcohol content.

here's a salute for captain hops.