The Rockies are so cute. They’re introducing the teams now, and the Rox are all nervous looking, shuffling their feet and what not. Ok, maybe not nervous, but certainly itching to get going. This is exciting! Yay!

John Williams, the “epitome of our culture?” Still, he rules. A special arrangement just for tonight? Awesome. I’m getting all misty; I can only imagine what it’s like to be in the park right now.

First pitch to Pedroia? Banked off the top of the monstah. Let’s keep it going, guys.

Well played, Sox. Go Youk! Scoring from first. Woot!

Three walks in a row? Dudes. And that’s their third pitcher thus far. “Mercifully end this inning,” indeed.

“How’s that gonna work? You could go into every Taco Bell in the country and be like ‘I ain’t got my taco.'” Lugo (I think) to Crisp in the dugout, re the Taco Bell stolen bases promotion.

Right. So, it’s the top of the 8th, 13-1. I have to go to bed now. Zzzzzz.