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.
Of course, you guys are assuming that it all started after
the game was over.
Drilled two FGs yesterday, at home.
Missed FGs @ Chicago and @ Cincy.
My suggestion...two sideline coolers. One filled with Reed's drink of choice, the other with Gatorade for the remaining 52.