Kick Myself In The Head

damn damn damn damn
Since my stint as a young boy, I've held the belief that leaving any sporting event before it's conclusion was sheer blasphemously. This ethic has caused me many more times than I can remember to sit through blowouts and duldrums till the final out, horn, whistle, or point was had. Last night was different. Went to the Seattle Mariner's game against the Boston Red Sox. The Mariner's suck this year, jetisened half the team that started the season and have pulled up and traded for a ton of young guys. Expectations are very low right now so when losing 2 to 4 going into the 9th inning, it seemed a little dirty but acceptable to slide out early and pick up something to eat back in Capital Hill. I'll be damned if 2 solo home runs don't tie it in the 9th and then the game is subsequently won by a grandslam in the 11th.
the newspaper today said, "Mariner's fans are rewarded with the most exciting game of the year."
There are rules for a reason, don't leave a game early, you just may miss the climax... afterall, the greatest incentive for watching a game is that rush of adreneline... damn, I missed the monkey.