My dad announced at one point "Well, this is just a shit kicking." And yes, yes it was. I swear, at one point, during that neverending 7th inning, Doc was about to pitch for the Twins, just so the top half could end and he could get to work.

Doc was filthy last night. And apparently, no fly balls. No wonder AJ is still completely enthralled with him. This article is pretty barf-worthy. Apparently, AJ is a man of destiny. At least his team got bombed by the Indians in their home opener. This is old, but funny. And re. that pic, boys? Don't say I never gave you nothing.

And as I mentioned (about 10,000 times) I ran my first live blog. Impromptu. I'll advertise better next time. Which won't be tonight.