A Worthy Cause

I admit to missing all of yesterday's game, but I've got a good excuse. I was able to attend my first Brooklyn Cyclones game, which was great (despite their late inning collapse to the Staten Island Yankees). The real treat, though, came after the game when I witnessed projectile vomiting (for the first time) outside the ballpark, a dude repainting his buddy's '78 Caprice Classic. Irish night brings out the best in all of us.