Dozing in front of a game is generally an excellent way to lose track of what's happening. But sometimes one sense is sufficient.
For example, with Brian McCann at the plate I had my eyes shut and was lying in bed, drifting somewhere between a coma and mere snoozing. The second McCann's bat connected with Mike Pelfrey's latest sinker that wasn't inclined to sink, I muttered “Fuck” and burrowed back into the pillow, eyes still shut, seeking a more comfortable position.
And I think I've found it — it's away from what remains of this terrible, horrible, no good, very bad game. Somebody wake me in 2010, OK?
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