Flashbacks for me, Fishhead ...
back in the early 80s go to a Cubs -Dodgers game @ Wrigley ... fuck em running .... 80's and we walk to Wrigley .. winds shift out of the North like 20-30 MPH and I only have on a Tshirt
Ok .. goes 17 inninigs and remember Eric Gregg? calls it off @ 1-1
Me and 3 buddies drink $104 of Old Style (wow ...brutal) and now comes the
fun part: how to get back to Quad Cities before Midnite to meet these chicks in a bar??
Buddy has his old mans car ...who is a cop ... funny as shit ... places the ol siren out and away we go and doing like 100 mph drunker than shit down the left hand lane and everybody getting the hell out of the way
Shit, he must have been blowing like a 2.4 and I dont recall getting "blown" the story gets worse as I get older