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Victory Bells Keg Toss - 5th Annual


Tap and Mallet
381 Gregory St 14620 Rochester United States
Come see how far you can toss a keg. There will be categories for Men, Women and over 50's.

The event is being sponsored by Bells Brewing and Victory Brewing. We will feature specials on a wide range of their beers.

There will be prizes for winning tossers.

The event will be broadcast live on WCMF's Church of Crowley show.

Here is a recap of the Toss Off from last year:
As the sun rose on the morning of June 19th and before the morning dew had had time to burn off, two titans of the keg tossing universe dragged their weary bodies from their slumber. Neither Jason ‘Beardo’ Ellsworth or Ryan ‘Big Baby’ Michaels had slept well the night before as the anticipation of what was to come had been gnawing away at them.

Beardo worried how much more torment he would be able to take. Each year the mental and physical exertions had taken a toll. In the past three years he had managed to summon the strength of three bears in order to shatter the previous world record only to see Big Baby pip him at the death by an inch or two. He fretted about whether or not he had consumed enough dank ass IPA’s and Tap and Mallet burgers to really be at his peak tossing weight. Seeds of doubt crept in but he stubbornly pushed them away as any true warrior must. Time for worry had run out and it was time for action. As with all of our greatest tossers a day of peddling delicious brews to his craft beer disciples lay ahead before he would be able to toss off in the evening. The big long day had officially begun.

Big Baby woke up on the other side of town in a sleepy suburban enclave. Although knowing his name should have been etched as the reigning champ on the trophy (it wasn’t due to a very limited budget and lack of motivation) he hadn’t slept well. Could he continue to pull miracles out his very round butt? Despite his heroics with his last toss last year he knew that he been forced to call in a Biblical favor and wondered if such a thing would be at his disposal again this year. He had watched Beardo simply destroy pints and plates with a viking like enthusiasm for the last 12 months and was worried that he had listened to his wife’s nagging requests for smaller portions and low fat options one too many times. Could it be the undoing of him? As he pulled on his favorite pair of tailored tan chino shorts along with his ‘innovatively brewed’ Bells polo shirt that he always wore on Thursdays, he knew another possibly impossible challenge lay ahead.

As the 5 o’clock hour arrived, crowds started to gather at the Tap and Mallet. The Tap and Mallet parking lot is the physical and spiritual home to the world’s most legendary keg tossing arena. The crowd was visibly nervous and giddy with equal measure. What would happen? Would they witness records once again? Would everyone even leave alive or at least without serious injury and hernias? Dollar bills were being exchanged. Pints of Victory and Bells craft beer were quaffed. The scene was set...but where were the Titans, Beardo and Baby Face? The crowd waited patiently and amused themselves by watching some of the minnows toss out some warm up efforts. The local constabulary showed up during the down time as they like to each year to chat about noise complaints and satisfy their curiosity for tossing off. After the promoter Joe McBane established that all was well conforming kegs continued to fly. After a while Beardo arrived at the venue. Apparently he had been called to very necessary and important craft beer emergency at a local establishment where none of the 12 staff or owner were willing or able to change a coupler between kegs. Now that he arrived he tossed off for a while between big guy pint chugs. He was looking good and feeling great. He was putting them out there and for all to see he was long, loose and full of juice. Where was Baby Face? The crowd was restless. Had he lost his balls they wondered? Beardo perhaps thought he was off the hook, but bang! There he was...resplendent in his neatly pressed chino shorts (had he even done any work that day?) and sporting the baseball equivalent of pine tar - gloves. Beardo was incensed but Baby Face was unapologetic and the tossing began with a fury and intensity never witnessed before. Beardo set the mark. Baby Face went further with the ease one might display when sucking down a much anticipated first brew of the evening.

Back and forth they went until something as significant as the original high jump Fosbury Flop move happened. Beardo tossed one out there with a new technique, the one handed 270 degree spin fling. From that moment on the world of tossers would never be the same. The now red in the face Baby Face had to copy the move as perfection can’t be improved on and copy it well he did. The gloves certainly helped Beardo would later contest. The battle royale continued unabated until the last few minutes of the contest drew close. Who would walk away with their head held high? Who would cry themselves to sleep in a pool of tears and spilled beer? Once again it was the Baby Faced assassin. With one final heave ho he let one fly that will probably be remembered as being as important in history as mankind’s first step on the moon or until next year when the record is broken again. 40 feet! Wow are these guys even human or could they be creatures from another planet? The crowd went wild, Baby Face soaked in the adulation and Beardo was left once again broken and wondering where it had all gone wrong. How had he been on the wrong end of defeat for the fourth year in row? Baby Face snatched victory from the jaws of defeat with the same enthusiasm a beer truck chaser shows when obtaining the latest Grimm Double IPA release. Till 2016...