It
wasn’t even a West Coast game Tuesday night, but a rain delay in Texas put the
end of the White Sox-Rangers’ game past my 11 o’clock bedtime. Anyhow, the Sox were up 11-6 going into the
bottom of the eighth. With the alarm set
to 6:15, I shut the TV off thinking what I always do in these situations—if
they lose, I’d only feel miserable watching.
Well, they lost by a score of 13-11.
But at least I had my sleep.
Then,
yesterday, it was a day game, so I recorded it.
Trust me, fast-forwarding past the bad stuff cuts down on the anger
(although I still shout at the screen even as the players run around looking
like characters in a Benny Hill skit).
You lose the lead three times, you deserve to lose, and the Sox did,
6-5. What a blessing, not having to
watch a debacle in real time.
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