Baseball
must fear daylight the way the Wicked Witch did the water. How else to explain the 8:39 PM Chicago time
start for the Cubs-Giants’ game? I went
to bed with the Cubs leading 3-2 after six innings. The Giants won 6-5 in thirteen.
So,
I didn’t see Aroldis Chapman give up a two-run triple to Conor Gillaspie (!) in
the eighth or Joe Panik—when is this guy going to get traded to Detroit?—double
in the winning run. Games that start
late only to go five hours and four minutes aren’t meant for me. Why would baseball think they’re good for
anyone else? A 2AM ending in the Midwest
meant 3 AM on the East Coast. And those
poor TV reporters doing the live remotes from the Wrigleyville bars….
Well,
at least tonight’s game is supposed to start at 7:30 my time. Wow, I may even stay up a little later to watch.
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