Twins at Chicago. Bitch Sox 7, Twins 6.

Batgirl would like to report that she and Jeb got their grubby little hands on division series tickets today, and she will be primed to catch any Lew "Skywalker" Ford homers that comes her way. The question is: how will he sign the ball? Besides the obvious (Dear Batgirl, thank you so much for all you have given me. All of my success I owe to you.) how will he conclude? Will he write, "May the force be with you," or will he instead write, "But I wanted to go to Toshi station to play with the power converters!" In other words, which Luke is our Lew—the callow youth who has to be frightened into accepting his destiny or the mature, black-clad man with slightly less feathering in his hair who has learned that it's gross to mack on your sister?

Batgirl feels we're still in Star Wars territory (and no, I'm not going to call it A New Hope Mr. Lucas, so you can just stuff your blue screen up your Ewok-loving bum) with young Mr. Ford. Certainly Ford didn't need Storm Troopers burning the Rochester Red Wings' Frontier Field to the ground in order to get him to the Dome, and he pretty much has shown that hitting major league pitching is just like shooting womprats back home. But half of Lew's charm is the loveable rookie-ness he exudes; would the season have been nearly as fun without stories of him ironing his shirts in situ or learning that he dines with people he met playing Doom online? Lew's absolutely in the first chapter of his three-part story; maybe in a few years he'll be able to keep track of how many outs there are when he's on the basepaths, and maybe he'll even get an ironing board.

Meanwhile, we’ve got Han Solo to keep us going, and he's wayyyy more fun than Jedi Luke. Han's kinda dangerous, and we all know he shot Greedo first no matter what Lucas might say. Still, Han's changing a bit—responsibility has worn well on him. See, Han's on his own now—Doug Mientkiewicz was the team leader before, but he's gone now, and someone had to step up to the plate—or rather crash full-bodied into Jamie Burke. He's taken the mangy bunch of kids, princesses, wookies, and robots and given them heart and shown them, every single day, how to play the game.

Yes, something's happened to Torii Hunter this year. He's already been crowned a superstar and an all-star, but in the last few months, he's become something else. You can see it in his interviews; he has the same vivacity and heart, but now he's possessed of a new sort of grace and strength. He's approached these key series with a determination and vigor that's inspired the rest of the team, and in the papers the next morning he shows everyone what it means to play the game with class. Batgirl wondered what it would be like for Torii next year—he could be the only one left of the group of guys that came up together; what could his role be on a team of rookies? In the past month he's answered the question—he's the leader.

There is another Skywalker?