The Dodgers lost, and they're out of the playoffs.
Now I'm going to have to spend my weekend dodging suicidal LA people who downed a handful of qualudes to drown their sorrows before they snorted handfuls of coke to wake up before they got into their cars to drive from where-ever to where-ever.
In other words, it'll probably be just like every other weekend on the roads here. This place might not be Hell, but you can see Satan's front porch.
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