I had closed out our tab in the top of the 8th expecting a mad rush and wanting to get out on the streets, not before asking if they sold champagne like a jinxing idiot that I am (I was also the 14 year old that started the '5 outs left' chant in my section right before Bartman). Said I would cover the bill and realized they were charging $9/Old Style tall boy, so that was a cool $350 or so. Between the 9th and the rain delay...that was a dark half hour. We found out our bar didn't have champagne, but I knew the bar owner so she said we could bring it in if we bought it and started passing the hat to go buy it. Then we stopped. My bar tab was more than $400 that night. I bought everyone in the bar a drink after the final out. Being in California, the bar was not only still open, but quite busy. Didn't leave until after closing time. Waited a bit too long to call an Uber, and had to wait around outside on a rather brisk Southern California October evening. Watched a police officer pull over a car along the road that runs by the bar. Watched that unfold while we continued waiting for our ride, which basically said it was in the vicinity. Turns out, it was the car that was puled over. We proceeded to climb in the back seat after confirmation from the police officer that it was safe to ride with the guy. After he gets going, the driver says the cop was profiling him, and had been following him for several miles before actually pulling him over and didn't have a reason to pull him over. We did survive the ride home, but it felt about as iffy as some stretches of the game that were still fresh in our memory.