It was a dark and stormy night ... The fucking story won't show up in a Google search or I'd link to it. Screw it. It happened and it was mildly interesting.
Last night added to the drama.
The Rangers lost to the Chicago White Sox 8-6 in front of 7,000 fans after a gigantic storm sent most packing and the game re-started at 11:20 p.m.
I enjoyed the first four innings -- at its regularly scheduled time -- in person. I was told that the storm was going north of the Ballpark, so there were no worries.
What shocked me was the wind. The flags atop the video board were perpetually whipping in what seemed to be consistently high winds. By the third innings, the American flag was ripped off its moorings.
Then the clouds rolled in. Still, we were being told that the storm was bypassing the Ballpark. No worries. Still, the thunder and lightnining was in the background, the clouds looked ominous as hell and people began to worry more.
By the third inning, Chuck Morgan had everyone in the top deck move down "due to high winds." Which makes no sense. Do they think people will blow off the top deck? The only reason you'd move people down is for lightning or severe weather outside of high winds and rain. Still, no worries.
By the middle of the fourth, before it even started raining, the tarps were rolled out and a delay took place. I meandered for a little bit, then left after I learned the storm wasn't really due for another 30 minutes.
Then, apparently the hail hit. Tornadoes crept into the area, fans were evaculated into the tunnels and belly of the Ballpark.
No worries.
The game went on and it was a disaster. Carlos Quentin resembled Mickey fuckin' Mantle for a night, we got a look at Yoshi Tateyama, the bullpen couldn't keep it together and the offense didn't have enough mustard, despite a relatively upbeat night.
Glad I didn't stay.
