One freaky Friday

This is what Sheinin saw last night.

This is what I saw last night.

I'm not sure I believe any of it.

Here are a few things I didn't figure I'd be writing about when I got to Jacobs Field Friday afternoon:

A midge.

Cans of Deep Woods OFF!

Joba Chamberlain walking two guys, throwing two wild pitches and hitting a batter -- in the same inning.

And, perhaps the strangest question I have ever asked in any setting -- let alone to Derek Jeter, after an 11-inning playoff loss: "What kind of bugs were they?"

(I mean, I didn't know. Gnats? Nats? Mosquitoes? "I don't know," Jeter said. "I'm not really an expert in what kind of bugs they were." (I mean, I wasn't implying that he was. Just trying to get to the bottom of this thing.))

I ask you: Should this game have been stopped?

I took a cab to the airport this morning with Jerry Crasnick of espn.com, and we were talking about other strange things that have happened in baseball. He wrote about them in his story this morning, which leads with these oddities: Randy Johnson killing a dove, a black cat walking in front of the Mets' dugout, and the Pittsburgh Pirates having a winning season. Just try and pick the weirdest of that trio.

I guess the most important thing, as we rise on this Saturday morning (Sheinin, on four hours' sleep traveling for the fourth straight day, is at Logan Airport in Boston, and I'm here at the CLE), is that all four division series are 2-0 -- Colorado over Philly, Arizona over the Cubbies, Cleveland over the Yanks and the Sawx over the Angels. In theory, they could all be wrapped up by Sunday night, leaving a large, baseball-less gap before the LCSs start on Thursday.

But have you ever seen a night like Friday? A game-changing infestation, and a walk-off three-run homer by perhaps the game's most notable flake?

You've got all day to discuss. Games don't start until much later -- DBacks at Cubs, Phillies at Rockies

This is where I am headed today.

This is where Sheinin is headed today.

This is how I feel.

With any luck, you'll hear from one of us at some point later. Unless we run into a swarm of midges, which now seems entirely possible, if not probable.