I think there are two likely scenarios for tomorrow.
A) Boof is going to ride up to the mound on a white horse (or pony, if you will), and save the day with a brilliant performance....feeling the overwhelming psychic need to make me happy and prove himself worthy of my ongoing love and devotion. If he nails Izturis in the nuts, that is just bonus points.
B) Boof is going to pitch like post-May Boof, [i.e. pretty good...quality, even, but not quite good enough to keep up with the rest of the team's lack of offensive prowess] and we are going to be swept by the Angels.
I'm going to keep my fingers crossed for Plan A.