A lengthy rain delay? A marathon AL-like game? Holy crap, get Keith, Gary and Ron a gig at Caroline's!
In the bottom of the 8th:
Keith: What inning is it?
Gary: Bottom of the 8th.
Keith: Ah, I lost track.
Gary: Isn't your color-coding working?
Keith: Yeah, I guess I should have just looked down at the scorecard.
(30 seconds go by)
Keith: Why don't we just zip it for the rest of the game?
Gary: The only problem with that is that they might realize they could do without us.
In the top of the 8th, during a discussion about London:
Keith: I had high tea in a pub once.
Gary: That's not called tea.
Ron: That's called Guinness.
In the top of the 5th, while watching Luis Vizcaino and Jorge Posada not getting together on signs and Vizcaino repeatedly stepping off the mound:
Keith: Man, what is going on?!?!
Ron: He sees dead people.
(All three laugh for a few minutes)
Oh, and fuck you, 2005 edition of Carlos Beltran. Please go away. Let's hope El Duque has some magic left tomorrow.