In the end, after what had become an epic battle between one man and a giant jug of Carlo Rossi Burgundy, no one can lay claim to victory. On the one hand, the jug is empty, every last drop of that wine-dark ocean, yea worthy to challenge Odysseus himself, having found its way to my belly, my bloodstream, my brain. But you couldn't break me, Carlo! Do you hear me, old man? Your gallons couldn't break me!
On the other hand, I'm prostrate on the floor and possibly dead. Just look at me, rolling around under the Christmas tree like some kind of a-hole. If I had any kids, I'd be setting just a horrible example right now. Wow, sure hope I don't barf!
I'm down, but don't count me out just yet. I took one on the chin, but like Rocky in Rocky III (my favorite of all Rocky comebacks), I will rise up to drink again. When that day comes, you, gentle McBoners, will be the first to know.
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