Pyle of List

What day is it? Tuesday?! Oh god, the boss is gonna be pissed! You see, it all started on Sunday…

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Sweet voice over: So there I was, playing Rock Band with some friends when one of them turns the Dodger game on. Wouldn’t you know it, My Boy KERSHAW!1! was pitching! I must have been light headed from donating blood (free cookies and juice will get a man to do strange things) and forgotten. So I immediately throw a book at me friend who tries to change the channel and ignore his protestations about it being his house. As I reach for his bottle of booze, I remember a little voice in the back of my head saying not to drink alcohol for 24 hours after giving blood. But three hours is totally the same thing, right? And if last time I drank and watched the game got KERSHAW!1! so close, then if I drink more he’s bound to win, right?

Like most bad ideas, this game started off great. We’re drinking and Uncle Charles is killing fools. Two Lembecks right off the bat in the first inning. I call the “perfect game, 27 strike outs” first.

After this, things get a little hazy. I remember Loney going deep, and KERSHAW!1! losing his bid at a no-no, and that’s about it.

Then I woke up just now on this park bench next to you.

No, I don’t want any chocolate. Thanks, though. Oh man, my head is throbbing, there is no way I’ll still have a job after this screw up, and I have no idea why there is the name “Brady” with a bunch of hearts tattooed on my back.

Oh well, at least My Boy KERSHAW!1! finally won a game. Pretty good  final line too: 6 innings, 4 hits, 0 earned runs, 1BB and 5 Lembecks. Yeah!