I rarely get buzzed. In fact, the last time I was seriously toasted was way back in 1998. That said, if the Warriors happen to pull off the sweep on Friday, there is a pretty good chance that the cup that cheers could become the one that inebriates. With that in mind, I've adopted some reasonable safety measures.
First, I've opened an Uber account because who knows where exactly I might wake up. Also, I've added a pair of clip-on suspenders to the belt used to secure my plaid Bermuda shorts. If that fails, a laundry maker has been used to print my address on my underpants. Because of a high probability of chirping, a Steph Curry mouth protector seems like a good idea; so, I've ordered one from Ebay. Finally - just in case - I've swiped right on a rather testy-looking window lady who just happens to own a bail bond business.
Cheers!