I'm going to the Penguins game in Raleigh tonight. I'm excited. I haven't been to a playoff game of any sort (besides high school sports) since Game 4 of the 1992 NLCS when John Smoltz crushed my seven-year-old heart. It probably goes without saying, but I am really, really excited. And that means I'll probably have no idea who even wins the Pirates game until I wake up tomorrow.
But the Pirates will play on anyways, with Ross Ohlendorf and Clayton Richard on the mound. Don't forget that they're starting at 7:05 even though they're in Chicago.