The Alphabetical is up and running over at SBNation. Inspect it in all its semi-coherent glory, since it took unusually long on very little sleep to produce. No, no. No lingering effects from Las Vegas whatsoever besides a hacking cough, 200 bucks in winning, and the inability to type any faster than fifty words a minute in between long stretches of staring at the screen blankly.
We now think, in retrospect, that David Hasselhoff handled that moment quite well. We woke up with an olive stuck in our chest hair on Sunday after destroying a tuna nicoise sandwich in a sleep-deprived moment the previous evening. This is why you eat with a shirt on, kids, even when you're drunk. A manpelt is NOT a takeout container.