I had quite the commute this morning. Last night, I decided to drive down to Baltimore to see my beloved Yankees face off against the Orioles in the first game of the American League Division Series. October baseball at it’s finest.

The game was great, but it was an awful night for the first three hours I was in the stadium. The sell-out crowd had to go through a long rain-delay. Little did I know that this rain delay would significantly change the next twelve hours of my life.

The game was scheduled to start at 6:00pm. That means that, barring extra-innings, the game would conclude at around 9:30-10:00pm, giving me plenty of time to get to the parking garage and head home.

Little did I know, the garage closed it’s exits at midnight on Sundays. By the time the game ended and I got back to my car, roughly three miles away, it was well past midnight. I had already mentally prepared myself to come into work today on little sleep because of how long the game went and the two and a half hour drive that would follow.

Instead, I actually got a good night’s sleep. I wasn’t physically able to drive out of the parking garage until 6:00am this morning, so I ended up getting a hotel room down the road. After waking up at 8:00am, I got in the car, paid, and hit the road. Luckily, I hit no traffic until I got into New Jersey (big surprise). Three hours later, I walked into the New Jersey 101.5 studios like nothing ever happened.

It was definitely an eventful ride and easily the longest commute I had ever taken to show up to work on time. Does that beat your record for longest commute?

Living in a state with plenty of truck drivers and office-workers who are employed in Philadelphia and New York City, commuting is something New Jerseyans are used too. What is the longest commute you ever had? Was it a regular routine or did one day in particular call for hours in the car?

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