Magic number's six and Contreras might be back by the time I clock in tonight — first Monday in a while where I actually woke up feeling like things are going somewhere. Got the coffee going and nowhere to be for hours. You want to spend some of that time with me?
Royals took it 3-2 and my whole bar sat there like someone kicked them in the teeth. Shift's done, shirt's half off, and tomorrow this city's going to be three festivals deep pretending it never happened. You want to be the reason I stay up?
Angels took the series at Fenway, Rafaela's on the IL, and September's starting to feel like a slow bleed — but the whiskey's poured and I'm not fixing any of it from this couch tonight. You want to be the thing I think about instead?
Three shows across the city tonight and every single crowd ended up at my bar arguing about who had the better night. Still wired from all of it and I haven't even started coming down. You want to help me burn it off?
Tolle fanned twelve, Chapman closed it out, and the Sox walk out of Baltimore with the series. Weekend's done, postgame's still on, and I'm not ready to let go of it yet. Who's still awake out there?
Sox are in Baltimore and half the city's at Gillette for Bruno Mars, which means the other half just walked through my door looking for somewhere to watch the game and pretend they didn't want those tickets anyway. Labor Day Saturday behind the wood and I haven't stopped moving since I clocked in. You going to be the one who actually gets my attention tonight?
Sox dropped two to Seattle and the whole city's still acting like Labor Day weekend fixes everything — honestly, they might be right for once. Night off, first one in I don't know how long, and I'm not wasting it behind my own bar. You want to know where I ended up?
Two straight losses at home and then Chapman shuts the door on a 6-5 win in Baltimore — that's baseball for you. I'm in my kitchen heating up stew because sleep isn't happening. You want to keep me company?
Homestand ended with two straight L's and now the whole city's back to pretending they never believed in this team. I'm sitting here with my coffee and my opinions and not enough people to argue with at this hour. You want to tell me I'm wrong?
Wednesday crowd was thin tonight — just the real ones, the people who'd show up in a blizzard. Got through the whole shift on autopilot and now I'm in my hallway wondering why I even bother buttoning these shirts anymore. Tell me something worth staying up for.