Why did my dinner reservations interfere with watching all of that awesome Red Sox-Orioles game on Sunday?

Here I am, alternately freezing and roasting as Helios makes his fitful way across Fenway Park.  I'm getting a sunburn.  I've seen a grand slam, but, you know, that's no big thing.  Nothing has happened in many an inning, and I need to change and get to the restaurant.

So I leave in the fifteenth inning or so.

And then the DHs have to pitch!  I would have seen an AL game become a thing of humanity and civilization again!  Amazing!  17 innings and wacky hijinks!

Instead there was foie gras.  Life is hard.