If I learned anything from the 2004 ALCS, it’s that you don’t get greedy. You take one precious game at a time when your team’s facing sudden death, so I’m not gonna make any bold, “We did it in 2004 and 2007… we’ll do it again” proclamations until we secure game six.

That said, man, I’d love to see some vintage Commander Kick Ass come stormin’ out tonight to silence those cowbell-ringin’, mowhawk sportin’, faux fans at the Trop, who think it’s cool to watch baseball in a circular warehouse with girders and carpeting.