At what point the Reds-Giants seventeen-inning marathon did you realize that this was dumb and you hated yourself?
Probably about the same time both teams made the same discovery: “Both these teams hate you,” someone wailed on Twitter.
As inning after inning wore on, Twitter became that one table at the bar everyone wanders up to at 2 AM because everyone else is gone and you look lame standing there by yourself with your beer but you cannot bear to leave your beer. It was maybe five fans, two beat writers, and Marty Brennaman.
West Coast games are the test of fire for the adult Reds fan.