Ok, I am back from a self-imposed baseball exile. I came back last night, a bit prematurely (I had given myself until today to watch any baseball, but flicked on the tube around 10pm). It was out of sheer curiosity and the magnetic draw of our national pastime, and it ended up being for one pitch from Rudy Seanez. Nice timing I’ve got. I went back into exile (good for me, better for the Sox!). Now the exile is officially over. And what is the first thing I do? I call up MLB’s preview. And it appears that some castoff from the Kansas City Royals named Kyle Snyder is starting a game for my beloved Red Sox. Let me repeat that: a CASTOFF FROM THE KANSAS CITY ROYALS. What kind of pitcher do you have to be to get tossed aside by one of the worst clubs in baseball history? Or worse, what kind of citizen? Did this guy get caught doing something terrible to the world’s largest prairie dog? DId he disappear for 6 days on a rib-eating jag? Is Theo a mad genius? Or a dart-throwing moron? I guess we’ll find out tonight. Comment away.