The point here (and rule number one of blogging is never drunk post; and I've violated that rule on more than one occasion; and damn if I don't love the semicolon) is that there's not going to be any baseball nonsense today due to the fact that I'm going to be sleeping this thing off. And damn if Jimmy Buffet wasn't a genius. Some people say that there's a women to blame but I don't. It's my own damn fault.
Screw it. Here's some Uncle Tupelo to keep you occupied till I pull it together.