First pitch is in a few hours. You know the players and all that's involved. So take a shot here -- who wins? Who stars? Who wears goat horns? What happens?
Wildest and most outlandish prediction (that doesn't involve a cuttlefish) wins a home edition of the coveted Batter's Box No-Prize!
Me? Well ...
I hate both teams. Have for more than 30 years. So I see them splitting the first six, then somebody hitting a solo home run in the bottom (or top, whatever) of the seven hundred and sixteenth inning to decide it ...