My father when he was young played what he called Kittenball.
Likely the fourth of July, the ball players were late to the beer. Bar bottles in a tank of ice water.
You paid your money, the man reached in the tank, took off the cap, and handed you the beer. No cap, no label.
If you asked for Budweiser, you got it, no label, no cap. No idea what brand you got.
