The closest I've come to baseball nirvana happened in the 8th inning of the All-Star game last night, when Papyboo and Bacon Pants faced off against each other. Mano a Mano. Ultimately, Papelbon would be the winner, striking out Rowand after a fierce battle. So I was both deliriously happy, and horribly disappointed -- much like when A&M and OU face off every year in football.

For that reason, if nothing else, you will never hear me bitch about the All-Star Game. Any event that gives me an excuse to see my two favorite ballplayers square off is an event I support.

Best part of the exchange: "Stare of Slingblade into the plate."