Baseball can spend the day lying to itself about how magical last night was but I say if moments happen in the middle of the night they might as well not happen.
Last night I fell asleep at some point to the sounds of Joe Buck. The score was 4-3 or 3-2 I don’t know.
At one point the crowd must have gotten louder, or Joe, or both – and I opened my eyes and my brain registered that Joe was telling me it was the last chance for the Cardinals. Bottom of the 9th 2 out.
You may have noticed that I like baseball, so I watched.
I saw whoever it was get the double to tie the game, then I watched whoever it was fly out.
I looked at the clock and it was 11:53.
I thought how an extra inning Game 6 elimination game could be cool and I went to the bathroom. When I got back the game was still in commercials and I pondered the thought of watching until ???? and you know what, I turned the game off.
This morning the internet is filled with tales of how this is a great World Series. Is it resonating with anyone?
Even if you live in Dallas or St. Louis the game made you stay up until midnight on a worknight/schoolnight.
More than half the population of the United States lives in the Eastern Time Zone.
Without the memories there is no attachment to the game. You think my son will care if I show him internet highlights today? Not at all.
We’ll be there tonight for Game 7. He’ll make it until the third, and I will make it until about 11:15. Baseball, you keep enjoying late starts and 4 hour games.
In other news, I’m thrilled at Joe Torre’s new random policy that games can be postponed because the forecast is bad. I look forward to seeing how that is applied to bad forecast regular season games which all too often are rained out at 7:15.