I was recording the game last night, to watch after a poker game. It took about four seconds for me to be bounced from the table, and then someone turned on the carnage disguised as a baseball game. Then, in order to make the night better, I took a hornet's nest and wore it over my face like a ski mask.
There was no desire to even read the boxscore, or figure out what happened. Just bleah. From the game chatter, I can comfortably say Grissom didn't have his best game.
Going today, and sitting in some swank Field Club seats nabbed off Craigslist. C'mon, Schmidtty.