The baseball season’s seemingly endless trudge to completion slowed to a complete stop last night, as Game 5 was halted due to rain during the sixth inning.  Both teams have already lifted their starters, so the game will fall on the shoulders of the bullpens when it finally resumes.  Whenever that will be.

Dear sweet Jesus, this is a miserable slog.  I understand the need to try to play through the rain during the regular season, when teams play 162 games in a row with one day off every two weeks.  But this is it for the season.  The Rays don’t have another series they have to rush off and play.  So just call the game if there’s rain.  Call it right away.  Let the fans go home, and set the next game for when there’s no rain in the forecast.  What’s the freakin’ rush?  The season’s been going on for seven months, what’s another two days while we wait for the skies to clear?

Baseball is like your grandpa with Alzheimer’s.  Yeah, you love the guy, but mostly for memories from your childhood.  Now he just wanders around talking to appliances, and you show up partly out of a sense duty, partly out of curiosity, and always mildly drunk in order to tolerate the experience.