I had messed my hand up badly (deep bone bruise) constructing a faulty backyard playset for my kids (luckily it got recalled and I got a new one...stinkin' broken mold...) and was on heavy pain meds. So not only did I have to listen to the interception-fest that was Matthew Stafford's first start in Lexington, but I had to do it while wading through a pseudonarcotic haze. I get nauseous enough listening to the Dawgs lose and lose stupidly, I didn't need the extra nausea from painkillers. Yeesh.
Red and Black, Win or Lose