My neighbor, Ben, is hip. He's my age, went to Penn State, and likes to drink beer with me. This morning he came over and said, "if this rapture thing happens it'll be pretty awesome- we can go to Six Flags and not have to wait in those lines." I agreed, sincerely. Then the Nag, the Waaah, and I went out for breakfast burritos. NOM.
What a great morning. And it followed a great night, because Roy broke faces and we wonned (despite some early consternation caused by an ump in "look at me" mode, and our offense continuing to do its impression of purgatory).
The line: 8 IP, 6 H, 1 BB, 7 K (4 cuttered, 3 so cuttered), 2 ER. Oh, and Chooch ended the game by ganking some fool trying to steal. And Ryan Madson's still crazy awesome. So if the world's going to end today or whatever, we went out pretty well. And can go to Six Flags tomorrow knowing that we'll get to go on all of the roller coasters by lunch.