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I'm always teasing
monshu about getting broadcast times wrong on cable. 20+ years in the Midwest and he still doesn't automatically subtract an hour. So it was inevitable that I would eventually make this mistake. I wanted to be sure not to miss a minute of opening game of NLCS, so I double-checked the schedule on the FOX webpage. It said "8 p.m.". That's all. Not "8 p.m. Eastern", like I would've expected, much less the helpful "8 p.m./7 p.m. Central & Mountain" of the broadcast networks. So what crazy conclusion did I leap to? That the site must be sensing my time zone, either by reading a preference in my browser set-up or correlating my IP address to a physical location or something.
Fortunately, a friend who was at home watching some kind of game with a Chicago team (I can't imagine who since it isn't the Cubs; maybe a hockey team or something?) called me about 7:30 and prompted me to put on the telly, so I didn't miss Reggie Sanders' fantastic home run in the bottom of the first or the beautiful sacrifice squeeze in the second. The Cards gave up some runs later on to add a little suspense, but overall they dominated. I couldn't resist calling up e. (a lifelong Mets fan, thus a Cards-hater by birthright) to gloat a bit.
Two amusing scenes that linger: Right-fielder Walker spreading his legs to stop a drive and sliding gently down onto his tush after catching it. And, for my moment of Schadenfreude, the look on Houston pitcher Andy Pettitte's face when Nunez came in safe on a controversial call. (Note that the Cards would've won even without that run, unlike some teams who have to rely entirely on bad calls to get on the board.) He looked like Alberich in the final scene of Götterdämmerung; I wish they had replayed it so I could determine what choice obscenity he was hollering.
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Fortunately, a friend who was at home watching some kind of game with a Chicago team (I can't imagine who since it isn't the Cubs; maybe a hockey team or something?) called me about 7:30 and prompted me to put on the telly, so I didn't miss Reggie Sanders' fantastic home run in the bottom of the first or the beautiful sacrifice squeeze in the second. The Cards gave up some runs later on to add a little suspense, but overall they dominated. I couldn't resist calling up e. (a lifelong Mets fan, thus a Cards-hater by birthright) to gloat a bit.
Two amusing scenes that linger: Right-fielder Walker spreading his legs to stop a drive and sliding gently down onto his tush after catching it. And, for my moment of Schadenfreude, the look on Houston pitcher Andy Pettitte's face when Nunez came in safe on a controversial call. (Note that the Cards would've won even without that run, unlike some teams who have to rely entirely on bad calls to get on the board.) He looked like Alberich in the final scene of Götterdämmerung; I wish they had replayed it so I could determine what choice obscenity he was hollering.
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