Night Owl Cards

It's 2:40 in the afternoon, it feels like 7 in the morning and the job says I have a lot of work to do tonight. These are the days I wish I drank coffee. Or anything caffeinated. I watched all of Game 3 last night. As a Dodger fan and a night owl with a reputation, it was my duty. But I'd do it all over again because it was phenomenal. Last year's postseason seemed gut-wrenching and also left a bit of a nasty taste in my mouth. This year's postseason is still gut-wrenching, but I'm enjoying it more. Last night's 18-inning game (I saw all but the first inning) was storybook baseball at its best. Perhaps it wasn't the greatest-played game, but it featured all the elements you need: home runs; game-winning home runs; players thrown out at the plate; TOOTBLANs, an exquisite pitching performance by a youngster who was taken out one inning too soon; bizarre, tumbling plays; Little League squibs; an ex-Dodger throwing 100 pitches in relief for the Red Sox ...

I worked last night during Game 1 of the World Series. This can be excruciating when the Dodgers are involved, mostly because a large-screen TV is on a wall immediately above my computer. I am surprisingly capable of avoiding just about anything else playing on that TV, but not the Dodgers in the World Series. Part of me wants to grab the remote and flip it to the Home and Garden channel just to take the pressure off, but I guess that'd be too weird, huh? Last night, the cable to the building was out. It had been out for four days. Out of all the people in that newsroom, I had to be the guy to say: "hey, anybody know the TVs aren't working?" So, the cable was reconnected around about the third inning of last night's game. I knew the game situation thanks to the usual online sources, but I'd rather watch on TV (with the sound off, of course). Online folks like to crab about Joe Buck and John Smoltz, and understandably so in many cases, but do they know h...