My Kingdom for a list (not a fear of death)

FOR THE love of God can everyone keep IT DOWN back there? Shh. Less of the noise and so forth.

We’re not in the form for that carry-on this morning (or any morning, to be honest). Honestly, you have one or two bottles of Sam Adams too many in the late evening, and the following morning turns into a post-apocalyptic drama complete with running zombies and lack of clean water.

The normal consolations of the stricken sportswriter are not at hand at such a time, but you’re surely glad we didn’t adopt the last refuge of the scoundrel.