By The Baseball Beginnings Guy
August 8, 2011
By the end of the fourth game of the day, my hand was molded in the shape of a stopwatch grip. My finger was pressing the button with each pitch. One problem — no stopwatch in the hand. That’s what 29 innings in one day will do to a guy. It took three phantom timings for me to realize, oh, my watch is on my lap, not in my hand. It’s time to time out.