In the absence of any compelling starts beyond Hamilton and Pujols, the World Series narrative seems to have coalesced into a plebiscite on the managerial merits of Tony La Russa and Ron Washington. You will see lots of iso shots of both in their dugouts, perhaps talking to someone next to them, perhaps leaning over the rail, perhaps spitting sunflower seeds, perhaps in infrared. Do not be fooled. It is the little men inside your TV set, who have bats and gloves and sometimes throw a ball to each other, who will play a sizable role in determining who wins the ever-crucial game two.
The game starts at 8:05 (in a time zone from which neither team hails), with Joe Buck, Tim McCarver, a GODDAMN INFRARED CAMERA, and your fellow commenters to keep you company.