I can say with the utmost certainty that my wife does not look forward to the CWS. Every June I set up a small tent near the left field bullpen, steal wifi and occasionally venture outside of the stadium to find a NCAA approved postcard to send the kids. Well, that might be an exaggeration. I usually just buy the regular postcards.
The CWS creates a black hole where time is loosely measured by what game number it is, less the minor details of things like days. Every so often you're reminded of the date when getting your meal ticket punched in the press box, but it's more like a fleeting recognition that whatever day yesterday was you didn't eat. No, wait, that was hot dog day. Maybe I blacked that out on purpose.
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