Last night's studs:
1. BILL WALSH -- West coast! WEST COAST! WHAT?! WHAT?! YEEE. WEST COAST 'TIL YOU DIE, MOTHA FUCKA. (We'll miss you, Bill.)
2. CARL CRAWFORD -- Must be nice to play at his level. "Sorry guys, can't play against the Jays tonight. My wrist hurts too much. What's that? You need me to pinch run in the bottom of the ninth? Ok. Hey, I tied the game! What's that? Now you want me to swing a bat in the 11th? OK, I'll tough it out. Hey, would ya look at that? A walkoff homer."
3. TEXAS RANGERS MANAGEMENT -- at first glance, the Teixeira trade seemed crappy. Why trade a young, marquis bat like Teixeira for, well, anything? Especially since he isn't a free agent until the end of 2008? But the Rangers know that (a) they're shit and (b) Teixeira knows their shit and won't re-sign, so why not parlay him into big prospect Jarod Saltalamacchia, a switch hitter who looks like the next Jorge Posada, and several young prospects with big upside? Good for them.
AND ONE MANAGER WHO'S AS USEFUL AS AN ELECTRIC RAZOR ON CHARLIE VILLANUEVA: JOHN GIBBONS. Every once in a while Gibbons gives a clinic on "how not to manage a baseball team," and last night was one of those times. He leaves proven relievers Jason Frasor and Brandon League on the bench in favour of rookie Brian Wolfe in the 10th last night. We'll let it slide. But to send Wolfe back out for the 11th? Of course he got lit up.