If part of your job is to go on national television, and you decide to grow a pencil-thin mustache, you're either ...

a. kind of a character who doesn't care what other people think, or ...

b. hiding pennies under his mom's front porch, like Vern in Stand by Me. And by "pennies", I mean "bodies."

Turns out that Holland is the former. He's a character of sorts, a gregarious sort who knowingly plays up the stereotype of a wacky lefty. In the top of the third inning, Holland was miked up and chatting with Joe Buck and Tim McCarver. The discussion turned to the various impressions that Holland likes to do, and suddenly he was doing a pretty impressive Harry Caray impression for 15 million people.

This was a welcome change of pace for those of us who were bored silly about the game. Pitcher throws it to the catcher, who throws it back to the pitcher, who throws it back to the catcher, unless the hitter makes contact and starts running. Soooooooooooooooo borrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring. And this crap goes on for three hours?

Luckily there's a baseball player with a sliver of personality to talk to instead. In the inning, the Cardinals had a few runners on or something. Didn't catch that. But Derek Holland had pizza last night! Gonna tweet that, be right back.