It wasn’t 24 hours earlier that I watched people spraying champagne around Flushing.
So how could I forget, covering the Bridgeport Bluefish tonight as they tried to clinch, to bring a change of clothes?
(All I could imagine was getting pulled over on the way home. “Officer, look, can you draw the blood here? Because no matter how I smell….”)
Boy, you show up for just one night, and look what happens to you…