The weather. In a fleeting moment of maturity, I decided not to have any booze after the game. Had a Flower Power beforehand and a Lil' Heaven inside, and that was it for me. Thank God, because it was really a brutal, white-knuckled ride in whiteout conditions all the way from Route 9 to my house. Even though the weather was relatively mild with no real accumulation in Hartford, while looking out the window of the restaurant I had that sinking feeling like I was in the eye of the storm en route from a great haul in the Flemish Cap.