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Monday's Viewing Schedule: Winner-Takes-All Baseball and/or Debate


Tonight is Game 7 of the NLCS between the St. Louis Cardinals and the San Francisco Giants. Winner takes all—all being a trip to MLB’s greatest prize, the World Series. Neither of these teams are strangers to postseason play: the Cardinals won the World Series last year and the Giants the year before that. It’s the Rally Squirrel versus the Rally Monkey. The Midwest versus the West Coast. A violet state versus a blue state (don’t worry if this political reference makes no sense).

One team’s season will end tonight. The losing team will be banished for five months, unable to call itself the champion, until the quest starts anew in 2013, when the season begins in April. There is nothing more exciting in sports than an elimination game. Every aspect of the game is exaggerated. Nothing goes unnoticed. Every detail matters. Hyperbole abounds.

First pitch is slated for some time after 7 PM central time.


(Via Forbes.com)

Fittingly, the third and final presidential debate is tonight between incumbent Barack Obama and challenger Mitt Romney in Boca Raton, Florida. Although winner doesn’t immediately take all, tonight’s debate winner may have the inside track for the White House in November. Speaking of hyperbole, I expect this debate to reach unheard levels of grandiose partisanship.

Who scheduled these events, by the way? Clearly someone who knew the Marlins weren’t making the NLCS.

The debate begins at 8 PM central time on every imaginable station and platform—except Fox, right? I mean, Fox has on obligation to show the baseball game, doesn’t it? I don’t even like baseball that much, but it’s Game 7. Why am I getting worried?

(Checks local Fox station schedule…)

Well, according to my programming guide, I will be watching the debate instead of baseball tonight. If you have an interest in the baseball game, I wish you the best luck in your viewing. Maybe you have more choices than me; maybe you have satellite instead of cable. I think it will be a station by station choice, so may the odds be ever in your favor (is this the younger generation’s “May the force be with you”? And, yes, I’m not afraid to admit that I read the Hunger Games. I like books.)
(Via WNYT.com)

What if you want to watch the baseball game and can't? Is it a sign that the world is finally ending? Being forced to watch a presidential debate instead of a Game 7 is cruel and unusual punishment, right? If you can't watch the game on television, will you listen to it on the radio? Or is listening to the radio worse than watching the presidential debate? I mean, you'd actually have to listen and visualize.

Anyway, no matter what you choose or are forced to watch, Monday night promises to be full of drama. Enjoy.

(I may watch Monday Night Football and cheer for my fantasy football team instead.)

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