The Perils of Drowsy Management

[Edgy MD]

Exahaustingly busy weekend. As I bedded down last night, I realized I had an unfinished game of Out-of-the-Park Baseball from earlier to finish. I had built up a 9=1 lead after three innings, so I figured it would be a quick snap --- keep throwing strikes and swap out my key starters after seven.

I didn't make it far. One out in the top of the fourth, and I apparently fall asleep, but with my fingers apparently still tickling the keyboard and giving orders that my electronic players loyally follow.

[Ceetar]

did you wake up for Votto or did you manage to pick off a guy and get him to swing at intentional balls in your sleep?

[Edgy MD]

Believe it or not, my somnambulent finger accidentally slipped onto the "Throw to third" button, and Wheeler --- presumably cheesed as any pitcher ever at his manager ordering him to commit competitive suicide --- saw his lone opportunity and nailed Valaika.

A wild cheer arose from the electronic crowd, stunned to silence up until then by my bizarre "Walk Everybody on Purpose" strategy, and the screams and celebrations of the suddenly pickoff-delirious patrons woke me up to find, like Rip Van Winkle, a surprising new reality.