Growing up I feared rain in the summer. Rain meant your baseball game might get rained out. And if you grew up loving baseball like I did, that could ruin your week.
Last night was the first time that I can remember I was rooting for rain. The Tigers fell behind the Indians 8-0 in about 2 and 1/2 minutes. While the D-train was getting 4 outs he managed to give up 5 walks, three hits, two bombs, and 8 runs. Not his finest outing. The score remained 8-0 into the 4th inning, yet I was given a ray of hope. The skies in Detroit opened up. It began to rain and by the time it was 8-2 the tarp was on the field. If the skies could have remained open, the game would have been rained out and not official. Dontrelle's terrible start would have been a dream, albeit a nightmare. Sadly, the rain stopped and the Tribe salvaged a split in Detroit.
If you follow baseball long enough - you will eventually root for everything, including a rain-out.
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