If you follow Whiskey Riff at all (site, social channels, podcast, etc) you know how much we love the great Matthew McConaughey.
He’s probably my favorite person I’ve never met. Honestly, I think if he did meet us we’d all be boys drinking Wild Turkey around the fire while listening to Sturgill and Childers, but that’ll have to wait a bit (I do believe it is destiny, however). Hell, maybe Strait shows up with some tequila too.
I stumbled upon an older story I completely forgot about regarding Matthew’s nephew from his brother who of course goes by “Rooster” (real name is Michael).
Rooster does well for himself apparently with wacky reality TV stuff, but it’s the name of his son that continues to put this family in a league of their own.
His son was named Miller Lyte.
In an interview with Fox a while back, he explained how it went down…
“What happened was I always drank a lot of Miller Lite, always had it ‘round the back of my truck with this big ol’ box and basset hound… I got married. My wife gets pregnant and all my buddies are going, ‘Hey man, get ready. Your life’s gonna change. You can’t go be riding ‘round with that Miller Lite all the time. Because you’re gettin’ ready to have a kid.’ And I went, ‘You know if things work out, I’ll be able to take Miller Lite to church.’
And I sure as hell did! My son is named Miller Lyte. But it’s L-y-t-e. And so, I got away with it.”
The guy really is obsessed with Miller Lite. I looked up some family red carpet photos from the years and the guy always has a Lite in his hand. I respect that.
As a thank you, Miller Lite eventually gave Rooster a shit ton of free beer to last him a year.
Maybe it’s just me, but every time you watch McConaughey talk you just think to yourself “how is this dude so fucking smooth? How is he real?” It’s baffling. Now, imagine running into him fishing with his nephew and he goes…