Today at With Leather and across the sports-o-sphere has been a celebration of the “greatest night in baseball history”. If you aren’t up to speed, you can check out some of the amazing statistics or take a look at the emotional faces of men who both played in and watched the games.

The Tampa Bay Rays are going to the playoffs, and that works out well for The Dugout — that be-goggled gentleman in the photo is Kyle Farnsworth, relief pitcher and folk hero of the Official Chatroom For Major League Baseball. He pitched nearly a full inning against New York’s Scott Proctor, and if you’re a Dugout historian (and I know you are) you’ll know important that is to our epic, long-term storytelling.

Regardless, please enjoy today’s Dugout, which is technically the first in our semi-annual, semi-daily recapping of the MLB playoffs. (And drop us a comment, would you?)

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Courtesy of the lovely and sexy tipstress Tiffany, I'm aware of New York Yankees reliever Scott Proctor's incendiary escapades following yesterday's loss to the A's:

About 45 minutes after yesterday's loss to Oakland – in which Proctor was charged with three runs on three hits in one-third of a inning – the pitcher set fire to his glove, uniform, spikes and other items, outside the Yankee dugout. "I burned everything, the whole bit," Proctor said as he left the Stadium. "I've done it before when things have gone bad. When I needed a change."

Do you need anymore definitive evidence that today's MLBer is making way too much?  It must be nice to be able to burn your clothes; when I need a change, I have to do the laundry!  (My girlfriend or my mother actually wash my clothes, but the point is still valid.)  Although, burning is a good way to dispatch evil – it worked for witches and I suppose it can work for clothes.  A wise, old Italian I used to work with employed an interesting home remedy after sampling the wares of the ladies who walked East End Ave. in the evening.  He would pour fresh gasoline on his nether region to combat disease.  Unfortunately, he often had a lit cigarette in his mouth, and this combustible combination produced one comically horrifying event.  It did change him though. -KD

Note: Please don't think I comparing a crappy reliever to the great Hendrix.  It was either this or an effigy of Guy Fawkes, and, since I'm Catholic, I'm actually a fan of the Gunpowder Plot.