Monday, July 18, 2011

Pacific Time

I just had my first experience with what few from where I'm from can comprehend.  My brother spoke of it, merely as a whisper, for to speak of it any more loudly would cause it to catch upon the wind and disappear.  A mythical event, which portrays the best of sports fandom.  I speak, of course, about watching the late game go sixteen innings, five hours and forty-four minutes, and have it only be eleven o'clock.  That is magical.

By the way, The Tres is still, if not more, amazing than the last time I wrote about it.  I love you, ESPN, in all of your self-aggrandizing glory. 

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