My brother stopped by today and over lunch he asked if I was free to have dinner this evening with him and his wife. I thanked him for the invitation but declined saying that I planned to watch the Phillies. He responded by saying that the family was getting worried about my apparent inability to put down the "Phillies hash-pipe" (his words in quotes) and if I could not come to my senses they were planning an intervention. I assume there is a facility somewhere that I would be bundled off to and go through a detox process of sorts. If the Phillies win tonight it would go a long way to keep the monkey on my back.