Today, the Diamondbacks won what can only be described as an insane game: 12-11 at Coors Field, in ten innings. I imagine we'll have to wait for Elias to tell us the last time one team blew a six-run lead, and the other side also blew a five-run lead. Meanwhile, Arizona's Leo Rosales became the first NL reliever since 1985 to allow seven earned runs in a game his team won.â†µ
And I didn't get to see a single pitch of it. For this was the first of five consecutive day games for the D-backs; getaway day in Denver, followed by a four-game series in Chicago. For the gainfully-employed supporter of a team, such contests are torture, because they offer very limited scope for fandom. And It seems the best games are often during the day -- see also: Arizona coming back from 5-0 down in the ninth against Milwaukee, scoring six runs without recording an out.
Sure, you can have a small window open in a corner of your screen, to keep you informed of the score, but where's the fun in that? Baseball is a social sport, and stirring comebacks, such as today, deserve to be cheered to the rafters, celebrated, and appreciated to the fullest. But bosses frown, for some reason, upon inciting colleagues into an impromptu conga line through human resources. Instead, the responsible employee is forced to create the illusion of productive activity, even if he wants to run around with his shirt over your head yelling, "Woooo!"â†µ
It can hardly be healthy. As I crawled out of the office at 5:30pm, the adrenaline crash meant I felt like I'd been clubbed with rubber-hoses for three hours. If the next four days are anything like this afternoon, my head might just explode. To wind down this evening, I'll be watching a batch of Tivo'd episodes of 24. I think that may be the first occasion anyone has ever considered four hours in the company of Jack Bauer as "chill-out time"...