Somehow you just knew things were going to be a little different in Game Three when a rookie who hails from the mutual hometown of a legendarily raunchy blues woman and an angel of death puts the Texas Rangers back on the scoreboard while a suddenly-savvy fellow who thought his career would end in Japan does what everyone assumed Cliff Lee was supposed to do right out of the World Series chute. Mitch Moreland won't be anthologised on any future collections of some of the raciest blues ever shaven dry---which, by the way, was sort of the title of one...