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.