I want to see Phil Hughes have a stellar outing and for the Yankees to light Jarrod Parker up like a Roman candle, but to be honest, I’m not going to look at the score tonight. I’ve been invited to a pig roast, and had a very minor part in helping construct the feast. One of Carlton Farms exceptional animals — all 175 pounds of him — has been cooking, buried in a pit of apple wood coals, since last night, and I am going to go eat as much of it as I possibly can. And then eat some more. Then I will sit down, take off my showin’ shorts, put on my eatin’ shorts, and dive back into the fray. I’ll try and post a picture or two for all you foodies that take part in this here blog. Thank you, pig. Enjoy the game.