This one is hard.
I was watching baseball when I learned that David Price had been traded to Detroit, and I knew just what to do. I walked to the liquor cabinet and poured myself a glass of my best bourbon. By the picture I took at the time, there was about a third of a bottle of Widow Jane left, and I finished it easily before moving on to a small bottle of very excellent Due North rum.
David Price deserved the best.
He wasn't just the best pitcher in Tampa Bay Rays history—and the only Ray to win a Cy Young award so far—he was also my favorite player.