One of the Regulars.

Nobody knows exactly when Earl was born. Earl included.

What we do know is he's been hanging around Missouri taverns, ball fields, bowling alleys, fishing holes and hockey rinks for what seems like several decades.

Earl plays a little hockey. Bowls on Tuesdays. Fishes when they're biting and when they're not. He's been known to join a softball team that needed a ninth, although nobody remembers actually asking him.

More importantly, Earl knows which bar has the coldest beer, which stool has the best stories, and which backroad will get you there without touching the interstate.

He doesn't have Instagram. He doesn't leave Yelp reviews. He owns at least one bowling shirt of questionable origin. And we're pretty sure he's been wearing the same mullet since 1987.

Nobody really knows where Earl came from. He just kinda shows up.

And wherever there's a cold beer, an old tavern, a ballgame, or something worth wasting an afternoon doing...

Earl probably knows a guy.