Once again, my DVR efforts went awry. I was doing other things, saving the game for later, while my husband was watching the NBA playoffs. In glancing at the basketball game, I saw the *&@#! bottom line thing, and the Royals/Tigers score flashed by (5-1 at that point). I stomped out of the room in anger, with my husband calling after me that it wasn't his fault. I conceded this point with as much equanimity as I could muster. That is IT, I will have to start watching games live, or just pick them up in progress. I've utterly failed in attempts to record and watch games later. It's a shame that I'm not able to take advantage of the technological wonder of DVR, but I'm just going to accept it.
Greinke was absolutely dealing--with Tiger after Tiger hacking away like Charles Barkley swinging at a golf ball--striking out the side in the 8th in spectacular jaw-dropping fashion (and making my stomach churn in the process). Yeah, it's so worth staying up until 1 am to watch this, oh is it ever. It'll be a long time before I'll be able to fall asleep after this waking nightmare--expected or not. Like Gary Sheffield after a HBP, I vow revenge on Greinke for embarrassing my club this way. If anyone wants to know where to find me, I'll be lurking around Kauffman Stadium awaiting the perfect opportunity.
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