It's been a minute but I think about this a lot—the Balboa Cafe date. That place is 81 kms/50 miles from the SAP center. Assuming they went there after a game, that's a pretty long distance to be driving late into the night, with some of the worst Bay Area traffic along the way. That could not have been a random plan, that was a date night date night. Will, who wore his favorite beige shirt and wanted to go there because he had heard how great the espresso martinis were, and Mack, who wanted to return the favour of the Carbone date, actually put the effort in and planned the evening, probably. And then to get there and throw up in the John with a random stranger after one too many drinks, all the while spending time with only each other, not a teammate in sight, not an xx-chromosome in sight. If you still call them bros or I dunno friends or coworkers, please just get off this damn tag and find your peace elsewhere.
