The Snake Pit designated survivor sits in a cold, clammy concrete-walled room six hundred meters below the public areas of the Titan Missile Museum. It’s Snake Pit Fest day, all the senior staff (aside from James, who is in Philadelphia of all places) are whooping it up and running amok at Chase Field and places like the Cornish Pasty Factory or whatever it’s called in downtown Phoenix. He wonders where he went wrong, how he drew the short straw. Maybe it was fixed; maybe they just want to be done with him; maybe all that “who’s going to be released during the offseason” talk in the last couple of Round Tables was a sign.
Diamondbacks 7, Cardinals 9: Elimination Day
