I experienced the same thing for Game 163 in 2009. I was about maybe 10 minutes behind live. Tigers and Twins tied in the 12th. Twins had just intentionally walked Ryan Raburn to load the bases. Then the phone rang: it was my good baseball buddy. I knew he was calling me because the game was over and he wanted to talk about it. I let the call go. Then Inge came up and I saw the ball graze his jersey, and for a second and a half I thought, oh my god, we won, we won, he called me because we won! But then, of course, they didn't call the hit by pitch, and at that very moment I knew we must have lost. Sure enough, Inge forced Miggy at home, Gerald Laird struck out to end the inning, and I didn't even bother watching the bottom of the inning, because I knew the game was over since my buddy had called. I looked up the result and called him back and told him this story.