Frivolous prop bet of the afternoon: Last August, Coco Crisp narrowly avoided becoming roadkill when the Mariner Moose clipped him with his ATV near the Red Sox dugout. (The Moose has since had his driving privileges indefinitely suspended.) Yesterday night, Crisp was nearly rammed into by a hustling Jacoby Ellsbury when running for a fly ball in the 9th (it's supposed to default to the centerfielder, I believe). Boy's like a walking Chevy Chase sketch whenever we get out to Seattle. What wacky mishap will befall him today? I would love to see him get stuck in the retractable roof at Safeco somehow, but that seems unlikely. Maybe that hideous chandelier made of bats will fall on him and trap him like a foiled villain in a bad spy thriller. "CURSE YOU, RAÚL IBÁÑEZ! I WILL HAVE MY VENGEANCE!!"
Serious prediction of the afternoon: It'll be a lengthy game with a high strikeout count; both pitchers will tire by the 6th and it'll be a Suckoff Royale between these two totally lame bullpens for which team manages not to lose. Whoopadeedoo.