Yes, yes, well done, Boston! Now it’s a mere eighteen hours until you can pull out some more of the skillsmanship you displayed in the sixth inning, when you and the baseball appeared to repel each other, like the poles of a magnet–er, that is, like the same poles… of… of two… different magnets. Or maybe you’ll just wake up–later today–and remember that whoops! You just killed every damn pitcher you have!
Update 1210 hrs: “Repel each other, like the poles of a magnet.” Gah. I’m fired.