Fine. We'll do it live!
My attempt to save some sleep wound up costing me in the long run of a pretty unforgettable day for the Seattle Mariners.
The Mariners beat the Yankees on Wednesday. Twice.
First, in a game that actually started on Tuesday night and then in the matinee performance where Carlos Santana hit a go-ahead two-run homer in the seventh inning. Each victory came by a single run. One of those wins taught me that emotions don’t work the same on tape delay.
See, I live on the East Coast now, which is a decidedly inferior time zone when it comes to viewing all sports other than European soccer. You have to wait until the afternoon for football to get started on the weekends. Staying up to watch the end of prime-time games takes a little bit of commitment, and West Coast baseball and basketball requires some serious commitment. Throughout most of my adult life I have wondered who in the hell these people are that swear by these late-night TV hosts, and now I know. They all live on the East Coast because these people simply do not go to bed before midnight. Why? Because they have to stay up that late to watch sports.
I made it past midnight on Tuesday, all the way to 12:30 a.m. Now I did have a little help in that regard. Having spent last week in California, I still haven’t fully adjusted back to the Eastern time zone, but I began fading shortly after Luis Castillo gave way to the Mariners bullpen.
I opted to see how things turned out in the morning, talking myself into the idea that since I wouldn’t have anyone to spoil the ending for me, I would feel all of the urgency of the moment. Spoiler: I did not feel all the urgency of the moment when Luis Torrens hit his game-winning single.