i'm wearing a hawaiian shirt, standing in front of a cash box, ringing up purchases at my kids' school fund-raiser. my drinks are free, but i can't drink ---- because i'm driving 3 or 4 drunk dads home. my life sucks, in other words. only a st louis victory can salvage anything of value from this evening; don't let me down fellahs. at the time i programmed this post, the cards led 1-0 and had the sacks jammed, nobody out in the top of the second, with wellemeyer batting; win expectancy 75 percent.
Game 37 overflow