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Sunday I slept in. Perhaps
it was because it was Sunday, or perhaps it was because I was feeling
like crap. Too much Denny's and too much Florida water, I guess. I took
it easy the whole day, only exploring the surrounding area and not going
all the way into Daytona.
Most people were packing up and leaving and that was fine; things were pretty quiet most of the day.
I did happen across a Sears that was having a sale on tools, including the rare ratcheting 12-point 1/4" box wrench that I can never find, but always need.
On my way back to my hotel, I spied a very nice sports bar -- huge, in fact. I think it was called the Orlando Ale House and Raw Bar and it had about 3 dozen TVs inside -- all tuned to FOX ready for Game Two. So I settled in at the bar and ordered up a Guinness and some appetizers.
The game went rolling right
along, and at first it was intimidating being the only Yankees fan in
a Florida sports bar during a Yankees-Marlins playoff. But they were all
nice people and I didn't get any shit from anyone.
After three Guinness and a huge dinner of blackened ribeye, baked potato, and trimmings, I topped it all off with Key Lime pie (which I discovered I don't really like), watched the Yankees beat the Marlins, and headed back to my hotel, which wasn't far away.
Unfortunately, whatever I was feeling earlier in the day returned with a vengeance and I was really sick that night. But after doing some judicious choosing of what I kept in my stomach and what I didn't, I felt much better and was able to get some sleep. I knew I had a long day of riding the next day and wanted to feel good enough to really make a dent in the 1100 mile drive back to New York.
