Thought about that a lot last night.
I was living in San Angelo, just 6 months into my first marriage, and a baby on the way.
I got blistering drunk before the game. I had come off of a third shift that morning and started drinking as soon as I hit the door.
I lost a coffee table and put 2 holes in the wall (500 dollar damage fee when I moved out) and my pregnant wife didn’t come home for 2 days. She left after the game to stay with friends.
There was divorce language being thrown around.
I couldn’t pass it off as a one time thing either, because the St. Louis Cardinals has lost the World Series 5 months earlier and I kicked a door off it’s hinges and threw our VCR down the apartment complex stairs.
(the authorities were called)