Sometimes the books default to a number because of the ballpark, and then they come back to earth. This should not be 11.5 with two meh offensive teams and not terrible starting pitchers. And it's actually sorta pitching weather in Denver, which is like saying that tuna fish sandwiches don't stink up the whole dang house. Yeah, I'm jaded. The missus eats that garbage nearly every day with malt vinegar on it. It's like living with a homeless and stinky Cat in the Hat.