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Previously in The Blues & Billie Armstrong…
“I’m not sure I see the point in showing up for one last argument with him.” I said. “Hey, no judgement,” Sonny said. “Point is, I know she would like to see you.” I let that suggestion fall and kept walking up Main Street.
The Giants were in the National League Championship Series against the Philadelphia Phillies, and I had missed the first couple games sweating out that two-day hangover in a San Francisco jail.
By the time Sonny and I made it to the Weeping Willow parking lot, game three was about to start, and I was going to watch every pitch, hell or high water, as Pop would say. And damn the rest of the world.