“Well, we got a party goin’ on many spirits strong. Ain’t no preacher just a happy to meet ya. Half a bottle ‘neath the bed keeps our spirits fed. My hat’s off to you, to you, and you.” – Widespread Panic, Blue Indian
Eight is great, but nine would be fine. Yes, I am intentionally trying to sound like Ernie Banks, but the Cubs got me in that kind of mood. Beating Adam Wainwright is always a good thing, and yes, it tastes a little better this morning.