Someone cue The Blink-182… “I guess this is growing up.’ During my youth, I loved late-night baseball. I loved late-night basketball too, but something about baseball’s unlimited clock made me yearn for those late games. It felt like you were doing something you weren’t supposed to watching a late-game Brewers game. Now in my older age (33), they’re a pain in the ass. It screws up everything. I came back from my wedding and completely fucked over my sleep schedule with these games. Of course, they’re all running easily over three hours each night.

Right now, it is messing up the podcast schedule in a major way. While I could easily splice together the podcast together, it’s much easier to do it when Mrs. Keg has gone to bed. That is usually the podcast hour, and with West Coast baseball, we’re taping in the morning because if I didn’t, it would be a delusional disaster. It is a little easier when it’s two days than a late afternoon day game. But three straight night games like we had with the Giants is my new hell.

I could not feel older than I do right now. I’ve texted my dad multiple days about things that happened in the last few Brewers games knowing damn well the man is probably already sleeping. He is a diehard, but also an old man who cannot hang and probably still recovering from my wedding. My guess is he’s doing sleep shifts. Two innings of rest, two innings of watching the game, and so on.

The good news for all of us is this is the last likely meaningful late game of the year. We will have two in October against Los Angeles, but things should be wrapped up by then.

Charlie.