We are a brewery divided between Ravens Nation and the Redskins Warpath. So, we decided to battle it out in a no-holds-barred flag football game in our hop yard.
The result? Brian from finance doesn't know the meaning of no tackling. Charlie from brewing got a bloody nose. Erin refuses to take off her Ray Lewis-style eye black. And, we tied. (Accounting had to go process our expense reports by COB.)