I was two Stella Artois down by the time we arrived at the ball-park, courtesy of dinner at the nearby Buffalo Wild Wings. A third beer, this time a Blue Moon, was immediately added, in solidarity with imstillhungry95 who (as his name implies) had recently reached legal drinking age. It would have been churlish not to have bought him his first second tenth what the hell have you been doing over the past week, ish95? legal beer. A fourth adult beverage was added in the later innings, purely in order to get Mrs. Snakepit the hot chocolate she needed, the temperature at Salt River Fields having dipped into the frozen wasteland of the sixties.
Rafters 4, Javelinas 3: Beers 2 many, unconsciousness won.
