The only thing more majestic than wearing Clydesdales would be riding a Clydesdale while sipping on an ice cold Budweiser. I can picture it now. You. In this sweater. Hair gently blowing in the breeze. (If you're bald, picture a really well-done toupée.) You crack open a crisp Bud, take a deep swig, close your eyes, say "ahh". All is well in this fantasy world.
