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.