Here we observe Mike Napoli lumbering around on the sidewalk, shirtless and without a care in the world. The resolution's shitty, but the beard is a dead giveaway. Someone yells at him to put his shirt on, as if he has a spare shirt in his pocket. The Napoli grumbles and turns around. But there is no beer here, Michael. You must keep walking.

Previously: Mike Napoli Had A Wild, Drunken, Shirtless Saturday

H/t to Chris