Elvis & Wonderboy.

The good news, aside from the W courtesy of Nelson Cruz's rescue effort and Frankie Francisco's extremely welcome return, is that we get to see Derek Holland and Elvis Andrus as teammates for the next hundred years. I know a victory is a victory, and if you can win games you shouldn't more often than you lose the ones you had no business losing, it can be a very good year. So I'm not going to dwell on another demoralizing bullpen performance – the non-Francisco ERA for the relief crew is now 5.88, most of the pen has maddening difficulty hitting their spots, and Derek Holland isn't ever going back to join them – but at the same time, I'm going to decompress and wait until the morning to share my thoughts on one of the most energizing Rangers pitching performances I've seen in a long time. The bullpen needs help, more than the best-case prospect of Neftali Feliz down the road can be expected to provide alone, and now I find myself hoping that Max Ramirez gets hot enough, soon enough, for Texas to get in on some of the set-up relief possibilities on the trade market before other clubs beat us to the punch. But watching Elvis Andrus be Elvis Andrus reminds me of the feeling I had when Jason Kidd was a month into his NBA career. And watching Derek Holland pitch – not throw, but pitch – reminds me of a feeling I've never had when watching the dawning of a young Texas Rangers starting pitcher's major league career. More in the morning.