I’m going to watch some fireworks. Meh, I would rather be watching the Dodgers and Kershaw. But you know, fireworks and shit. And watching the hillbillies that show up to them.
Earlier today, one of the best traditions of the Fourth was extended:
Joey Chestnut; as the little hatted showman said before he took the stage, can see both oceans from where he sits. He took home another Mustard Belt with 72 fucking hot dogs in 10 minutes. Incredible. I love the Fourth of July. I would love it a lot more if I didn’t need to work tomorrow. But, alas. All you guys behave yourselves.