The dinner event last night at the conference I’m attending was a tour of the Erdinger Weissbräu facilities, followed by traditional Bavarian food and “Bavarian olympics.” Misgivings that conflated Bavarian olympics with Beer Olympics gave way when I learned that (here, anyway) Bavarian olympics meant finger-wrestling, sawing wood, hammering nails, holding a 10kg beer stein, and, um, milking a cow (not a real one, thank goodness, but a dummy like the one shown here). Our team won, for reasons having very little to do with me. (Lots of houseblog practice to the contrary, I still can’t hammer a nail quickly to save my life.)