Drip, Drip, Drip

From the 8-pitch at-bat to the first batter of the game until the final out 3 hours and 21 minutes later, this game was pure torture. No flow and, thus, no rhythm. When a telecast never develops a rhythm and there never is a "flow to the show", it is truly painful to sit in the chair and cut the game. I would rather experience the water torture of drip, drip, drip on my forehead until I go insane. Trust me, a game like tonight would drive a person to insanity much quicker than the drip, drip, drip of a water torture. A quick turn around with a 3:00 game tomorrow and then an off day because of Sunday Night Baseball. Hopefully some of my sanity will remain intact until Monday.