I watched the Phillies win game three of the World Series last night and this morning, sort of. It started so late (10pm ET) that I kept falling asleep on the couch. And Comcast committed an unforgivable sin by providing the worst signal I have ever endured: the picture kept freezing, the sound would disappear, and finally the feed died altogether for 25 minutes (so I read, this morning, because I fell asleep waiting for my view of the game to resume). I missed both Utley and Howard’s home runs. Shame on you, Comcast!
Luckily, I woke up in time (at almost 2am) to see the Phillies bat in the ninth inning, though I saw none of J.C. Romero’s shutdown of the Rays in their half of the ninth. It was great to see Bruntlett sneak across home plate on Ruiz’s feeble hit down the line. I smiled wearliy and went to bed, and when I eventually woke up this morning I couldn’t quite remember at first if I watched the game or dreamed about it.
Luckily it was a good dream.
