While much of the health, fitness and
wellness industries are stressing that we should all drink less alcohol
(with beer being one of their main targets) real, concrete
evidence of the life saving properties of beer-bellies is on the
rise. Sure, we should all get to the gym more often to work off our
unsightly middle sections. Perhaps we could spend a little less
time enjoying brews with our buddies while watching the big game. Of
course we all know that water is more healthy than Budweisers,
Newcastles, Coronas and other brews. But by goodness, we’re not
stopping!

That’s because that spare tire you’re wearing above your beltline
might just save your life. While fitness instructors, dieticians and
other so-called “experts” are preaching that we lose our guts or risk
an early death, beer bellies are actually saving lives. That’s right,
while scientiests “theorize” the damaging effects of excess bulge, one
beer belly said “No!” One beer belly had the courage to stand up to
The Man and risk it all to save the human to whom it is attached.
Andrew Creed, a truck driver in the United Kingdom, was saved from
certain death by his long-term relationship with beer. While driving
his route, his truck was attacked by a hijacker. Creed was pushed out
of the vehicle by his assailant, but managed to hang on to the door for
a short ways. When the hijacker began swerving the vehicle to
dislodge its former driver Creed lost his grip. He fell under the
truck and watched as the wheels began to run over him.
Creed thought he was dead for certain, as any non-beer drinking man would have been. But this was a
beer drinking man, and all those suds he’d sunk into his gut were about
to pay off. After the 18-wheeler rolled over his body Creed stood up
shocked to still be alive. He suffered only two broken fingers and
minor bruising thanks in large part to his large beer belly. Doctors
are calling it a miracle, I’m calling it a job well done.
So when someone takes a look at your gut and shoots you a
“Seriously, lay off the Budweisers” look, you just remember old Andrew
Creed and the beer belly that saved his life. So a toast to Mr.
Creed, but more importantly a toast to the beer-belly. For without
this wonderful sack of flesh, this world would be one truck driver
short.
Cheers!