Still enjoying Game One even after sloughing through the snow so Herself could get her shop on. Kid called me about four hours ago, drunk off of his ass saying Game One was the best thing he had ever been through. He saw the game at a sports bar in Walnut Creek with Domi and it would seem he got an Uber home because he could barely form sentences. Something about talking shit to Cub fans there over the play. His argument after he managed to sober up was they were bitching the MLB was all about the Dodgers but you can't have it both ways with the pivotal play against the Nationals going their way - that play was much more inconclusive. Told him to sober up because the game is only a little over twelve hours later. Young man said he and Domi might've killed a bottle of Jagermeister at the bar. Yuck, that stuff is nearly battery acid. Something about each out by the pen warranted a shot. Twelve outs, twelve shots each. Yep, that will get you there in no time.