I tell you what: I love me some baseball. When you get past the surface levels of hitting a ball and running bases, a deep pool of history and time suspension opens up to you. Baseball has a black hole effect that if you open your third eye to, time and space become relative and you are able to exist outside the realm of mortal concerns and the bounds of western calendar month/day/hour/minute divisions are but a barrel of monkeys in an ocean of orcas. America’s pastime does pass time and yet somewhere in the 6th inning a realization that no time exists but only love for your family and friends and the existence you share together. Heady Topper is a cult favorite beer from Vermont meant to be drunk from the can, preferably at a high-school baseball game while sitting in the grass. In todays ep, we review the beer itself, the history of the lauded brewery, it’s ties to craft beer culture, and the re-emergence of the mustache in pro baseball. Shave all but the lip, sip, and blip out…