Last night I sat down for a nice 2 ½ hour, 9 inning game between the Giants and the Reds. This was at 7:15. I was not ready for the horrors waiting for me.
7:25: Wow, a nice home run from Span! This game could be a blowout, which will end today!
7:35: The Reds have taken the lead, 2-1. While I am not pleased, this means that the game will likely end in nine innings.
8:30: Denard Span ties the game with a single. The game is now tied 2-2 in the fifth. Even so, I still think this game will end quickly, as we have moved quickly.
9:30: Oh no. It’s the top of the 9th and we’re still tied 2-2. Looks like we may play 10 or 11!
10:00: Ok, the Reds have runners on, they should score and end this game. Oh, ok. I guess it’s going to 11.
10:30: Top of the 12th, gee golly. This game is bound to end sometime in the next inning or two, as there’s no way both bullpens can throw more than 7 shutout innings. I still want the Giants to win this game, so I am actively rooting for them to not allow these two runners to score. Looking back on this entry I realized I was a simple fool who had no need for sleep.
11:45: Top 14. I’ve decided that I want to sleep. The reds have two runners on with nobody out. The Giants bullpen is not good. This is perfectly set up for me to go to sleep sometime in the next ten minutes. All they need to do is-
Well, the Giants bullpen is still not good and the Reds still have runners in scoring position, so at least-
11:59: It is the 15th inning. The Reds continue to fail to drive in their baserunners. My eyes grow weary. In just a few minutes Orange Friday will be over, and it will be Orange Saturday.
12:15: I have watched 15 consecutive innings of baseball and I begin to fall asleep. I must stay strong.
12:30: Phew. It’s the top of the 16th and the Reds have loaded the bases. Finally, they will score a run and I can sleep. All they need to do is
12:47: It is the 17th inning. Neither team is coming close to scoring a run. The Giants play a 1:00 game tomorrow. Buster Posey has caught for 17 innings. He may never catch again. All is lost.
All is lost.
All is los-
I watched Buster’s majestic shot deep into the San Francisco night. As I heard Duane Kuiper scream “YES!” my eyes rolled back and I fell into a deep sleep. It was finally over.