Somewhere in the offices of the MLB Schedule Makers there is someone who hates me.
I have no other explanation for the fact the Red Sox have one more game left against the Nationals, followed by 3 against Atlanta and 3 more against Baltimore. All three teams JUST SO HAPPEN to be viewed by MLB as being in my home market. Meaning no DO and Dave Roberts but a steady diet of Rob Dibble, Chip Carey, and Gary Thorne.
All I need is Hawk Harrelson calling the White Sox and I'm in broadcast hell.
Tomorrow I'll get Miss Hathaway to fire off an expletive filled letter to Bud Selig demanding to know why in the name of all that is good and holy can I be five hours away from all three teams and still considered part of the home market. But for tonight? I'll just rejoice in the Sox taking Game Two by a score of 6-4 and hope Mariano can gack up the lead to the Braves and leave the MFY 6 games back.
However, I can't promise that after 9 games that sometime next week I won't be swigging straight out from a bottle of Johnny Walker Red and find out Uncle Bud has taken out a restraining order on me.
Seriously; how much is one man expected to take?