Here’s where it gets goofy. “Tomorrow’s game” might be on NESN, ESPN, Apple TV+, or some channel you have to find by pointing a flashlight at your TV’s settings. It’s a broadcast scavenger hunt.
You’ll remember that one time you drove to your friend Dale’s house because he had the obscure sports package. You sat on a folding chair, ate his stale pretzels, and watched the Sox blow a lead. Good times.
Checking the time also means calculating if you can watch the whole game. A 7:10 start means the game ends around 10:30 PM. That’s doable—unless you have a 6 AM alarm. Then you’re making a pact with yourself: “I’ll just watch the first five innings.” Spoiler: you watch all nine.
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The “Tomorrow” Trap
The word “tomorrow” is a liar. It feels so far away when you ask the question. But then tomorrow arrives and you’re scrambling. You forgot about that dentist appointment. You’re stuck in traffic. You’re at a birthday party for a cousin you barely know.
Meanwhile, the game starts at exactly the moment you can’t watch it. You’ll check your phone under the dinner table, squinting at the score. You’ll see a pop-up: “Red Sox take the lead!” and you’ll let out a tiny fist pump that everyone at the table ignores.
That’s the magic of knowing the time. It gives you a tiny anchor in the chaos of the day. You can whisper to yourself, “Survive until 7:10. Then it’s our time.”
