Thank you, gods of baseball, for saving this for the day game. And thank you, Bruce Bochy, for being you. As much as we enjoyed watching Tim Lincecum manhandle the Phillies, the next performance was even better: an ensemble act rending a plethora of obscure material from the deepest recesses of baseball, vis-a-vis, a gentlemanly way to say the bums dug deep into their bag of tricks to pull this one from their arses. Three cheers for the Konkrete Kid, bravo to the back up to the back up shortstop, and excellent show by the master escape artist himself, The Great Herndini. All that was missing was a bearded lady, but a bearded right fielder will do.