You'll find Murphy and his law behind the toolshed

Soon after buying tickets for last night's Rangers game, I realized that I was already committed to helping with Evensong at church. Last game the Rangers have here this season, so it figures. The decision was whether to book it from church about 7:00 to see the last two or three innings, or just to go home. Naturally, if I skipped it the Rangers would win in dramatic fashion, and if I went, they would lose 12-3. The lesser of the two evils had my brother and I in our seats by the top of the eighth. Which was the inning Scott Sheilds decided to implode. Despite C.J. Wilson's antics in the ninth, it was unaduterated sweetness.

Let us forgive Sammy

I had fans all around me tonight saying some rather unkind things about Sosa when he came up in the ninth tonight. He started to swing, thought better of it, but finished anyway and dumped a game-tying single into right field. I leaped to my feet and asked everyone within earshot if they liked that. Nineteen games out, I had a moment, which is more than I can say for any of the other games I've been to at what I've come to realize is the worst stadium in southern California. Details to follow.