Oh Me of Little Faith

Last night, with the Sox down by seven runs, I did the unthinkable. I went to bed. It wasn’t that I had given up on the idea of a comeback (although I did think it unlikely) it was just that a comeback that huge would take so long that I’d be a wreck at work on Friday.

What is it with baseball these days anyway? I realize it is important to make money, and that television needs as large an audience as possible to do that, but do the games really have to start so late? Seven o’clock games work fine all during the season. A entire generation of kids is being locked out of enjoying great moments like last night’s improbable Red Sox comeback. Kids, and sleepy old men like me.

See you Saturday night!