Second verse, same as the first

Oh, Jeebus.

For the 2nd time in three games, one of the starters (this time Doc) took a gutsy 4-1 lead into the 9th only to have a normally stellar bullpen pitcher (this time Casey Janssen) throw it all back and then some. Actually, Doc helped throw it all back when he couldn't get a third out after a bullshit "trapping" call against Reed Johnson was erased by a crazy-awesome J-Mac (who today is a richer man) and A-Dog double-play.

Casey, who along with the umps, was getting the kind of sarcastic comments from my father that used to get him tossed from games when he was pitching coach for my brother's team, nibbled. You can't set guys like Sheff up if you don't go after him and make him feel the need to swing. And then Magglio stepped up and the big orange cat crushed the bird.

Roy was completely fired up all night, complete with motivational f-bombs and seething rage. If he turned green rather than that lovely shade of smoked salmon pink, he'd be the Incredible Hulk.