Oh, that's my bad. I guess I didn't even check in on this game to see who was calling it. I can get behind postseason baseball, normally, but the pace of play this year, combined with the obnoxiousness of national broadcasts, and my hatred of these particular teams, all adds up. My son and I are watching season 1 of the Sopranos. It's much more compelling than endless mound visits and games that don't resolve until 90 minutes after my bedtime.