Hot, dang hot. That was the game today. I think I lost 4 or 5 pounds just eating sausage. I thought the home plate ump was calling things awfully loose as his boss Froemming was melting into a polyester pile at 3rd. They were selling the Chorizo up and down the aisles but not at the stands. I missed out but my uncle said they were yummy. That last inning was painful, long, and, as mentioned, hot. Sheets was less than 100 pitches so I had no problem sending him back out there. Does wonders for his confidence. T-bow looks really frustrated in person. Just crazy to watch too. Easy to see how the crowd feels about our team. Sheets and Mench get standing Os, Turnbow booed after leaving and Jenkins after popping out in the 7th. Guess we are on the Cordero wagon until he blows one, then Ned is obviously an idiot.