A fan who missed the game due to a wedding tries to traverse the wreckage of another blowout.
As I write this, I'm sitting here in the lobby of the Fairmont Copley hotel in Boston the morning after attending a wedding for one of my cousin's. For me, last night was a good evening and a fun time. And I have reassurance of that from the mild headache that is causing me to feel a bit foggy-brained.
I had whiskey-ginger beers on repeat last night like a song stuck in my head that I couldn't shake. I actually may have adopted a new favorite drink.