That's the only way I remember it. I guess I had stopped drinking it before they switched to plastic. It's probably my fault they stopped making it. Sorry.
I've got a wicked scar on my right hand that can attest to that! I was riding my bike home from my supermarket job as a teenager without a light... While holding my Sobe drink in my hand... I didn't see a retaining wall log that had fallen down onto the sidewalk so I hit it, tire-first. I flew over the handlebars and my hand landed on the bottle as it broke. Severed a nerve in the hand and damn-near hit an artery. Surgery to repair that, and I still have some numbness in it. Live and learn, but I'll always think of that when someone mentions Sobe!
I remember the firefighters that lived on my street would poke a hole in the top of an empty Sobe bottle cap and fill it halfway with gasoline before nestling the glass bottle inside their fire pit. They did this pretty much every weekend. The fireball was always impressive.