by Maggie Fitzgerald
BOOZING LIKE A BADASS
by Maggie Fitzgerald
Last month , I joined some friends at a local pub to cheer my beloved Cubs to victory in Game 7 of the World Series . ICYMI , it was a rollercoaster ride of emotion that would do Disney proud .
The thirsty crowd was largely comprised of Cubs fans , with an 80 / 20 male-to-female ratio . In other words , there weren ’ t many skirts in the joint .
Shortly after the first pitch , a group of Cleveland fans set up camp at a table next to mine . I took note of the fact that there was only one woman among them . Upon their arrival , well before the 7th inning stretch , they ordered a round of drinks and a round of shots . They downed the shots faster than
47 you could say , “ Out !”
Uh , it ’ s Wednesday night and not even the 4th inning . We ’ ve got a lot of night left ahead of us ! And what self-respecting woman does shots ? ( Yes , I ’ m judging .)
Although captivated by the game , and downing beers at an ever more accelerated pace myself , I remained watchful of that shot-quaffing woman . By the 7th inning stretch , her eyes grew slanted and she sat slumped on her barstool . She got up to go to the restroom and could barely stand , let alone walk with any dignity .
A short time later , they ordered another round of