When the Red Sox travel to Seattle or Anaheim, the start times become evil. A 10:07 PM ET first pitch. You’re a zombie at work the next day. Your coffee mug says "Yankees Suck," but your eyes say "help me."
The schedule doesn’t warn you. It just says "Red Sox at Mariners, 10:07 PM." That’s a lie. It’s actually 10:15 PM after commercials. And then a rain delay.
You’ll fall asleep in the third inning. You’ll wake up at 2 AM to a final score of 4-2. You’ll have no memory of the game. Was that real? You’ll check the highlights. Yes. It was real.
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The August Slogfest
By August, the schedule becomes a blur. Every day is a game. You lose track of which series it is. Is this the Rays? The Orioles? Does it matter? You just want a win.
The TV schedule suddenly lists "Doubleheader: Game 1 at 1:35 PM." You panic. You’re supposed to be at a wedding. You’ll check your phone under the table. The bride catches you. She’s a Yankees fan. It’s war.
But here’s the beauty: the schedule is never boring. It has rainouts, makeups, and "TBD" listings. That "TBD" is a promise of future frustration.
