I had already experienced one walk-off on the evening before flipping the Cubs game on, so I wasn’t holding out much hope for a second. Yes, my Ice Cold Pitchers had come back from an 11-8 deficit to win 12-11 over Scared Hitless in a highly improbably manner. You think I’ve got bad puns? Check out your nearest beer league softball park and stand in awe of the hackneyed wordplay.
In any case, I was a little mentally drained, not from the result of the game so much as from being responsible for a puddle of blood on the field and a puddle of woman being hauled off in a cart.