You woke up this morning and immediately reviewed you game plan. Would you play hooky and go to Progressive Field or be a good boy or girl and go to work, school or whatever?
No, you decided to play it safe. It would be cold, if sunny. The Indians have been playing poorly and without confidence and seemed likely to repeat their history of a century of unlucky heartbreak.
If you still don’t know what happened, let me say it’s safe to tune in the game when it is replayed on STO at 8 p.m. Go ahead, you can come back here when you are done watching.
For the rest of us who had no clue about where the Tribe was headed, we had to decide if nervous tension was fun or agony.
As any expert would say, it depends.
Those who continued to work might have overheard that Trevor Bauer extended his season-opening hitless streak to nine innings. Hopes rose.
Still you weren’t sure if you wanted to continue peaking at the game during work breaks.The anxiety increased when Scott Atchison came in for the seventh inning.
The grief reached a new high when Mark Rzepczynski brought his 13.50 ERA to the mound. He survived.
Perhaps that’s when you stopped following the game on the radio or the Internet. The pain was too great. You had work to finish.
You probably saved yourself the unbearable nerves of seeing Cody Allen enter with his 21.60 ERA in the ninth. Surely you turned away when he walked Emilio Bonifacio just to add a little dramatic tension. Then Allen, no longer holding your trust, spiked a pitch into Micah Johnson’s foot. Were you watching?
The White Sox would have a chance to go ahead on the next three batters.
Adam Easton bunted foul to strike out.
Melky Cabrera grounded out to shortstop on what appeared to potential t be turned into a double play.
Jose Abreau, who appeared to be trying to hit the ball into Lake Erie, struck out. Indians 4, White Sox 2.
So, yeah, as the boisterous fan says to the umpire: You missed a great game.
To make matters even better, the Indians are toying with the idea of letting Carlos Carrasco keep his scheduled start on Monday despite getting his face blasted by a line drive Tuesday night.
Did I mention that the sun shined?
The next workday matinee is May 14 against the St. Louis Cardinals. Can you resist the temptation?