I just finished Paul Auster's "The Brooklyn Follies". What a marvelous, marvelous book. It really spoke to me. I am left with that usual melancholy I get after a good novel, the need to write again. I don't know if I'll ever be able to do it.

The book was magnificent, though. Probably best appreciated by older people-or people who at least feel old.

So we're in Anaheim, and we load the bases, one out, with poor Kyle Snyder on the mound. Dustin Pedroia is up, and its his major league debut. Kid hits the ball hard, but Orlando Cabrera snags it and turns it into a double play. We can't BUY a break.