Here's my dream scenario for tonight's game. Rangers win in a laugher, 20-5. Another 3 HR game from Poo, leading the Cards to offer him a 10 year, $350 million contract tomorrow. This cripples their franchise for the next 15 years, as over the winter, Poo flies to some foreign country and his right arm gets horrifically dismembered in a plane crash. It is then revealed that he is 40 and has been taking an undetectable, age hiding drug, that is akin to steroids. 5 years from now, he'll be 125 pounds. A boy can dream, can't he?