If Will hadn't passed on into the wild blue yonder, he would likely lament the tragic and much publicized battle being waged on the streets of Grass Creek. Brothers killing brothers. Grandmothers smothering traitorous grandchildren in their sleep. Mothers slowly poisoning fathers even if their children are collateral damage.

Grass Creek's population gets its regular rivalry-related decimation, and while the most ardent social Darwinists may support the notion of thinning of the herd, no one wants it to go down like this.

Raising the stakes further, this game is a point of pride for the K.C. nine, as a loss would mark the low-water mark in franchise history, dropping 277 games under .500 as a franchise for the first time in its history.

The unwavering Jonathan Sanchez takes the hill, facing off against the milquetoast Jason Vargas.

I think I speak for all of us when I say that this means WAR.