As we all know by now, God was a little stressed out over the global economic crisis, ongoing bloodshed around the world, and those pesky "The world's gonna end in 2012!!" rumors (who the hell died and put those guys in charge of Armageddon, amirite?) so he decided to take a couple of summers off and pitch in the major leagues under his little known pseudonym, Stephen James Strasburg.

What the hell does this have to do with you/us, you ask? Well, Mr. Strasburg will be pitching tomorrow night against our Beloved Bronson in a matchup straight out of the bible. Good versus Evil, Pure versus Skanky, Promise versus Production.

   I will be heading down to the game and was wondering if anyone would like to meet up before, during, or after the game. I'm sure Herb & Thelma's will be proposed, so there's that rite of passage to consider as well.

  Who's in? Who's out? Who's a Boy Scout?