I couldn’t take it any longer. Fatigued at the end of the work week and convinced my St. Louis Cardinals would not survive game six of the World Series, I turned the light off and was fast asleep by 11:15 p.m.
Early the next morning, Lori asked me who won.
“Oh, the Texas Rangers did,” I mournfully informed her. “I stayed with the Cardinals until they left the bases loaded and fell behind 7-4.”