Oh, cruel baseball scheduling gods. Why would you schedule a game on such a lovely sunny WORK day afternoon? This morning, weaving my way around the sinkhole that has opened up between my house and pretty much everywhere else in the city I go, it was rainy and maybe even hailing, so I thought nothing of dragging my hungover butt into the dark cavern that is my office. I had some delicious eggs, the sun started to come up, business was booming (I think because people would rather eat than sit in sinkhole traffic). But then I realized, while I’m sitting hungover in the office, there is a Mariners game going on. Then my boyfriend called. Let’s go, I’m buying tickets, he offered. Three calls later, I still could not bring myself to skip out on the job and head to the game. But how tempting. Why would the schedulers tease me on this oh so hungover day with a baseball game right in the middle of a work day? Even a 3:30 game I could justify sneaking out early. But 12:30?

And the clincher is, they don’t stream the games on internet radio, so I’m stuck hitting refresh on the silly gameday graphics.

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