So where were we?
Well, the Orioles had just dropped the fifth and deciding game of the 2012 American League Division Series to the hated New York Yankees. And thus we were despondent to be so rudely awakened from our dream season.
It wasn't so much that the Orioles had lost. It was more that the wonderful season-long ride had come to an end. I was watching the fateful, final game at Phelan's Pub, a speakeasy basement bar in my buddy Billy Birrane's Canton rowhouse (not open to the public).
The cozy dropped-ceilinged man cave was warm and glowing, with most of the low light provided by vintage neon beer signs. Billy kept a great rotation of beers...