We Have To Stop Meeting Like This, Letter L.

I was exhausted last night, so I was very happy to lay down and zone out to an hour-behind Howie and Josh on Chicago's South Side.

It was the beginning of the 9th inning, with the Mets down 4-3.

That was my last conscious moment before I woke up and recollected my faculties.

The game was still going, as I heard Howie voice.

I took a look at my Gameday App, and before I could seriously register that it was 4-4 and HOW it became 4-4, Howie was informing me of a White Sox hit to win it.

...And back to sleep I went.