Extra Innings

Extra innings-the bane of baseball WAGs everywhere, particularly for those who don’t exactly enjoy the game such as yours truly. Before this weekend, my mind knew that extra innings existed. I had heard about those marathon games and realized that if that scoreboard was tied at the bottom of the ninth, someone has to win, which means more baseball. But this weekend was my first actual experience with extra innings—twice, in a row. Saturday was a double header, which means only seven innings (yay!) or so I thought. I showed up about thirty minutes before the second game because, really, who needs to watch both? I personally feel that all games should be seven innings so I was pretty happy with the arrangement. That is until the fourth—that’s when Nik’s team decided to score five runs in one inning all willy nilly like and tie things up. And the score didn’t change. FOR SEVEN MORE INNINGS. Thankfully, at the bottom of the 12th, the Mets put us all (and by us all, I mean the 30 people left at the stadium) out of our misery. Well, technically our pitcher put us out of our misery. You see, this ridiculous game ended in, what I would imagine, is the silliest fashion ever. The Mets got one hit- a single. Then we intentionally walked two guys in a row (to the very persistent and very audible boos of the Mets fans) to load the bases. Next batter gets hit right in the shoulder with the very first pitch—game over. Thank goodness. Sunday, another score tied at 5-5 (unbelievable, no?), another game going to extra innings. Luckily, it was just one. We lost it in the bottom of the 10th but not before this WAG decided she would be perfectly happy never having to sit through extra innings again. A girl can dream...