They’re trying to move the game along in the minor league this season, with a shortened pitch clock.

Still, sometimes the runs pile up, pitching changes abound, and the real clock ticks and ticks.

When George Three and I were walking out with Elisabeth after the eighth inning during our last visit (George Two and Sue said they’d stay for the night, bless them) George declared our next game would be a on a weekend so we wouldn’t have to get up for work the next morning. I’m in!