CHICAGO -- This is why you don't leave a baseball game early. Never. There is no clock. Hope is a vampire in this sport. It cannot die.
Not even in a mid-April blowout game at Wrigley Field on a mist-filled afternoon with wind chills dipping into the upper 20s. Not even when the home team has less than a one-in-a-hundred chance of winning. And especially not when the visitors show little inclination toward finishing a sure victory.
You don't leave early because you don't know if you will miss the best terrible inning in recent baseball history.