As a young whippersnapper I loved listening to the West Coast games in bed.
I’d tuck my portable radio beside the pillow and will my tired body through inning after inning.
There was something special about staying up late on a school night, in particular, that made it worthwhile–win or lose.
More often than not, however, I’d drift asleep before the end of the game, only to check the final score first thing in the morning.
This evening, unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. I was there to the end, another blown save by Kevin Gregg.