Week 11 - Last Call
The lights pop on at 1:59am and the bartender yells "Last Call!" Little does this dumbass bartender know, that my own personal lights have been on the whole night, just nobody is home. Imagine screaming "Last Call" to an entire group of people who are so fucked up and are so poorly coached, that they are willing to wakeup with a 6 point loss in the bed next to them. Imagine screaming "Last Call" to a conglomerate of people who knowingly or unknowingly are going to walk out on an unclosed tab. Imagine screaming "Last Call" to a fantasy league where there was a record amount of trades done at the deadline as more and more teams push towards a championship. At the end of the bar night and at the end of trade deadline, we are inebriated. I'm blacking out at the bar and I'm blacking out at the deadline. I don't need some rando dumbass bartender who is likely to take a few extra bucks when closing my tab to scream its time to get out. ...