I called my buddy back (the one who fell asleep in the 7th). He said, “So it ended late? Cool, I’ll watch the highlights.” And that’s when I realized—maybe the time doesn’t really matter. What matters is that we were there, even if “there” was just a couch in Pittsburgh. You know that feeling? When a game drags on, but you can’t look away because the tension is so thick you could spread it on toast?
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Last night had that. A bases-loaded jam in the 6th. A controversial call at first base in the 8th. And then, the closer came in and shut it down like a boss. 10:38 PM never felt so satisfying. Also, my popcorn was stale by then. Worth it.
So next time someone asks you, “What time was the baseball game over last night?” don’t just blurt out the number. Tell them a story. Tell them about the drunk fan in the stands who yelled “SWING, YOU COWARD!” and how the batter actually swung and struck out. Tell them about the rain delay that made you miss your dog’s bedtime. That’s the real answer.
A Little Irony to Wrap Things Up
Funny thing: I just checked my phone again, and apparently the game officially ended at 10:37:42—forty-two seconds earlier than I said. So I was wrong. Classic me. But you know what? I bet you didn’t even notice until I pointed it out. Because the exact time is like the secret ingredient in a recipe: it matters, but nobody tastes it.
So here’s my final thought: baseball games end when they end. Embrace the chaos. Set your alarms, stock up on caffeine, and enjoy the ride. And if you’re still reading this at 2 AM, wondering when to turn off your phone—trust me, the game is over. Go to sleep. The final score will be there in the morning.
Oh, and it ended at 10:38 PM. But you already knew that.
