The Dodgers outlasted the Red Sox in an 18-inning marathon last night/this morning, winning 3-2 in the longest World Series game of all-time in the history of ..ever.
Clearly I was wrong.
When it was 1-1 I thought Oh good, an old-fashioned pitcher's duel. This should be over in three hours. That was wishful thinking. Due to a very vivid and slightly odd dream about Anna Kendrick, I was awake at 4:30 a.m. on Friday. I didn't go back to bed (mistake #1) and I didn't nap yesterday afternoon despite having the day off (mistake #2.)
As the game kept going and going, and both teams spent their reserves (Boston was playing Christian Vazquez at first base) I was running out of gas - as I'm sure both bullpens were about to. I couldn't make it through the 13th inning; I went to bed at 1 a.m.
The Dodgers had Scott Alexander pitching in the 12th, a guy I had never heard of until then (looking over the rest of the Dodgers' pen, it seems that he's the only guy I didn't know.) Boston brought out Nathan Eovaldi, who was scheduled to start today. He did give the Sox six innings, and he did get a decision on his scheduled start date. But...damn.
I spent some money at Target yesterday. Pulled three Cody Bellinger cards ...and no Red Sox.
I'm a little mad at myself for not having the energy to watch the end of this classic game. Sure I would have been annoyed that I stayed up until 3:30 a.m. only to see my team lose. But it's a badge of honor for a sports fan. I can still remember watching a Flyers-Penguins 5-overtime playoff game that kept going and going, for about as long as last night's did. I had to see when this marathon would finally end. And I didn't care about either team.
Games like these take a lot out of a team - especially the losing team. Boston has to get up off the mat, find someone who can pitch, and try to piece together win #3 tonight.
It would help if the bats would wake up.
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