Back in my day, you’d have a couple Bud heavies in the tank after the game. Then you’d slink out to the local unscrupulous establishment for some…company. Rip cigs and chase them with more Bud heavies and some chicken wings from the guy set up in the parking lot. Slink back to the hotel after curfew, gotta tip the doorman big. Crash for a few hours and go to practice to work it all off.
>Dang kids and their nights of sleep!
>Games gone