Into the playoffs again

Due to some strange combination of luck, bourbon, cleavage and handicaps we won the night by one point. No one was more surprised than us, again. One of the players on the apposing team (the one who wasn't drinking the shots, naturally) was more than a little miffed that we're coming back next week and they're not. I was really expecting that this was going to be my last night playing on the team and wasn't really concentrating on playing. Mike on the other team had just been paid and was buying us shots all night. Apparently I play well under the influence of bourbon. Who knew.