First things first, Wednesday night's IronBirds game, which is the last one I attended before writing this column, was one of the quickest I have ever covered. I've documented my strong bias toward well-pitched, low-scoring games many times in this column, but the Wednesday contest, a 2-1 victory for Aberdeen, was a bit too much, even by my standards. I got caught in the north-bound, rush hour madness on I-95 heading to the stadium, and when I arrived I stopped in to sit for a few minutes with my parents and some old friends, who were seated together on the first base side. Just chatting with my folks, I watched an entire inning roll by (lest I sound lazy, keep in mind I was working this whole time, compiling a mental list of the plays that were unfolding). By the time I got to the press box, set up my computer and started setting up the article I would later turn in, it was the sixth inning. The last 3-1/2 innings flew by so quick I didn't even have time to set up a lead paragraph, much less outline a story. Somehow I got my postgame interviews, wrote the recap and was back home before 11 p.m., which never happens.