No, that isn’t a euphemism. At something called a Cubs vs. Padres game, a foul ball magically ended up in a lady’s beer cup and she celebrated by chugging all of it. That right there is more American than a bald eagle humping Bruce Springsteen’s face. She was happy about it, but I would’ve been pissed. I would’ve screamed for a new beer since that uninvited ball made some of the sweet nectar spill out of my cup.
And I was going to throw a side-eye at her for drinking that dirty ball beer, but then I realized that booze kills germs and I’ve put much dirtier balls in my mouth before. I’m not one to judge.