Matt Cadd spent Sundays catching up on sleep. On the seventh day, one rested. At least for a while. When evening came, duty called.
Shower. Shave. Coffee. Food. Cigarette.
He was at the rendezvous when they'd said--exactly nine p.m. Then he remembered, one hour too late.
Daylight Savings Time.
Fifty years of this crap.
Atrocious pitching costs Giants
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*COL 13 SF 7 *
We've seen a lot of bad baseball this season and today's performance was no
exception. The lack of execution by the pitchers reached new ...
1 day ago
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'...one hour too late....' -- that is VERY noir -- truly. And I laughed out loud (bitterly, of course...mmnph) at, 'Fifty years of this crap.' -- I do know the feeling. Thanks, Matt, for an entertaining start to the week. You're The Best -- but you knew that.
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