The morning of the last World Series game, I woke up around 9:30 a.m. and outside the bathroom window I saw my upstairs neighbors yelling about the liquor store not being open yet. The chance for the Giants to sweep the Detroit Tigers apparently was a green light for an all-day binge drinking event, and my neighbors were not going to waste another minute. I sighed heavily, it was going to be a long day.
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