The World Series

We are rabidAngel fans. We are loyal to a fault when they lose, maddeningly smug when they win and we really wouldn't have it any other way. This year, our team is in the playoffs. Watching any sport besides soccer and golf takes an act of God in Singapore. We do have options...We can watch on the computer - there are a couple of websites that don't kick us off when they see our Singapore IP address. But we have to ignore our virus software's ominous warnings that we can continue watching on these sites if we so choose, but we should be prepared for a visit from the local infantry, anticipate total disk failure, and have a fire extinguisher at the ready. We can try to tune in to the local radio news, but they frankly don't give two hoots about baseball. We can watch blog posts on facebook, but that's not at all gratifying. Luckily for us we have ol' Jiminy Cricket the Cable Guy. He set us up. We now have the Yankee Network and recording options.

The big problem now is the time lag.

We got up Saturday morning to watch the game. It was on at 7:30. We struggled with snacks - We all wanted nachos and beer, and 7AM is a tad early for that. Since the Angels were playing the Yankees, and the Yankees tv network is pretty loyal to its home team, we were annoyed by the color commentary. We struggled with the weather - it was monsooning outside, the a/c was on, and we were in our jammies. We mostly struggled with the fact that the Angels lost.

Game 2 was not aired live. The game went into extra innings, so in an effort to stick with the 3-hour network allotment, the Yankee network felt no compulsion to show the Angel at-bats. We struggled with that. Mostly we struggled with the fact that the Angels lost.

Game 3 was live at 5AM. John set up the recorder. He extracted a solemn vow from me that I would not watch. I further promised that I would not talk to anyone, and if I did I would not let on the outcome of the game. At 8AM, I caught wind that the game was in extra innings. Luckily, John had set it up for an hour past network time. At 8:45AM, my friends called. I made good my promise - I stopped them in their tracks. "Don't tell me anything!" At 5PM, John called. He was working late. At 10PM he got home. I knew nothing, really, but had a pretty good idea the game had gone well. We settled in. We watched until the bottom of 11, tie game, bases loaded, 1 out, Torii Hunter at bat. The tv stopped dead.

Disk full. Evidently you have to erase the stuff you recorded before...

This morning I got up and watched the game highlights on the internet. Oy.

Today we try again - the disk is erased, the recorder is set up and the nachos are ready. But if John works late, I'm firing it up...