Drive home from choir practice with 1210 AM on (after rabid Phils fan choir director cuts practice short for the first time in memory), hear the Fightin's score a run to go ahead again after having the lead ripped from them by the bullshit "rain un-delay" decision Monday night. Scream with insane delight. Get home, greet family exultantly, head for stockpiled beer on frigid back deck.
Miltenberger Helles Hefe Weizen.
Phils score, Devil Rays score.
Sierra Nevada Porter.
Phils score, Devil Rays suck wind.
Deschutes Jubelale 2008.
Cathy: "Oh God, I can't stand it." Me: "It's Lidge: pop-out, strike-out." Lidge shuts the door: line drive caught by Werth, strikeout, game frickin' over, and the Phillies win!!!
Sly Fox Incubus.
Mind you, I hear some people didn't drink Philly beer to celebrate. Come on, man!