Good baseball is exhausting. My usual bedtime (give or take minutes) is around 8-9, as I have to be up around 5AM, and I am generally useless with anything under five hours of sleep. Monday when Taijuan Walker pitched, I kept commenting to Tom that “I should go to bed”, but strikeouts kept happening, and baserunning kept happening, and then Steve Cishek happened (or almost didn’t happen, depending on how you see Cishek’s nailbiting performance, putting the tying runner on base in the top of the 9th), and before the game ended with a Mariners victory, I’d apparently thought I should go to bed about five times.