Rain

This is why baseball clearly should be played in domes.

You want to rain on our parade and ruin a perfectly good October evening with some showers? Not on my watch.

You want to start a baseball game at 10:06 EST? Some of us have to go to bed (and some of us need to go out and be naughty.)

The start time of the game was pushed back to an unbelievably late hour, especially for the east coasters. What about those poor young children in the stands who were up way past their bedtime just to see the start of the game, much less the ending.

What about their parents who no doubt had to listen to hours of whining and crying about how tired they were? And “when’s the game gonna start, Mommy?”

Truth be told, the bottom of the ninth made up for any actual anger felt watching this game. You couldn’t script anything more bizarre or riveting to watch.

But, it would have been nice if I could be writing this column without listening to the rooster.

Cock-a-doodle-baseball, indeed.

TOUGH LOVE to mother nature for not playing nice and causing me to miss my bed, and the lady waiting for me in it.