Dude, it was Cleveland. Act like you've been there before.
And totally trashed before 9 oclock when game ended at 4:15? Plus postgame, showers, all that other crap. "Mr. Reed" was hitting it hard.
Sounds like a combo to me. I mean, yeah, I can theoretically get hammered by 9, assuming I'm starting around 6, and I'm drinking bourbon, straight, quickly.
But somehow methinks all this erratic behavior is more than just wine spritzers. Don't know if he's smoking, doing pills, whatever, but sure sounds like he's an artist of mixed media.