Pat Sajac had a miserable night in the super luxo Boras box

The second best part of last night was the episode of Prancing with the Stars happening in the Scott Boras' Super Lap-o-Lux Box behind home plate. The men tried to watch the game, while a tummy tuck ward of machine-tooled bighairs gurgled about whatever was on their minds -- (Sexism alert!) you know: furs, new lipstick colors and Balloon Boy.

Alpha Male Scott carved out his niche in the corner, far from the babbling Brookes.

But poor Pat Sajac -- a man who can recite the infield fly rule like his social security number -- sat in front of a blonde jumbotron of flowing hair, roughly the size of Secretariat's saddle. And she had important things to say -- (Sexist alert!) you know, a new fingernail salon, Lindsay's DWI, that Balloon Boy thing is a disgrace! -- during pitches.

Look at how hard Pat is staring into the abyss.

Uh-oh. Did somebody mention Octomom? God, Pat is sooo tired of hearing about Octomom.

For an inning, both Pat and Scott leave. (A going problem or a growing problem?) By the time she left, the Angels are in deep doodoo, and Pat bows his head in misery.