Dodgers 3, Red Sox 2

Last night, Karin & I watched the first half of Alfred Hitchcock’s Rebecca. Then we turned it off, agreeing to save the rest for later. We were tired, and we wanted to see what was happening in Game 3 of the World Series.

The Dodgers and Red Sox were tied with one regular inning to go. We decided to watch the rest of the game. (It was about eleven o’clock.)

Ha! The game went into its tenth, eleventh, and twelfth innings. The managers made moves and countermoves. Runners populated the bases but were stranded by gritty pitching.

Long after midnight, Karin went to bed.

The thirteenth inning was wild. Each team committed a blunder that allowed the other to score. The game was still tied at the beginning of the fourteenth inning.

Then, the quality of play worsened. Batters stopped trying to get on base: they swung hard at every pitch, hoping to quickly finish the contest. There were many flyouts and strikeouts. At the end of the seventeenth inning, I decided that nothing of interest would follow, and I went to bed. It was after 3:00am.

Sure enough, the Red Sox failed to reach first base in the top of the eighteenth, and the Dodgers then won by hitting a leadoff home run. It had been the longest game in World Series history – the equivalent of two games, inning-wise; and, time-wise, longer than the entire World Series of 1939. I’d watched half of it.

As I type, the teams are tied in Game 4. It’s the top of the ninth. …

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Update: The Red Sox scored five runs in the top of the ninth.

Update: The Dodgers managed just three more runs.

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Update (Sunday): The Red Sox won Game 5 and clinched the World Series.