Soberly hungover

[muckefuck]

These West Coast games are for the birds. Thank the Lords of Baseball that tonight's triple header is forcing those Southern Californian layabouts to get to the park by three in the afternoon, 'cuz I'm not up for another late night. I confess, I'm a bad fan: I tuned out during the 8th inning. Sorry, but I know my team and they're not the Cubs; eleventh-hour comebacks are not their forte. When they failed to get on the board in the 7th I figured it was all over, and so it was.