Yeah, we’re all misty-eyed and broke up about the last game at Teh Box just like everyone else. But the Skipper served up so much cheese with that closing ceremony that our bad cholesterol went right off the chart. Seriously… catching crowd noise in a giant plastic baseball, taping it shut, and having it hauled off to a secret location in a cop car (lights flashing and siren wailing, no less) for safekeeping until opening day next year? Jeebis. That’s 30 minutes of Guitar Hero time we can’t get back. It ain’t right, man. It just ain’t right.