Well, I'm glad that's over. Three days of Red Sox-Yankees, and I feel like I've been run over by a truck.

Dropped two out of three, again. The Yankees are still buried, but when they get a good (or even mediocre) pitching performance, their hitters can still beat you. Now its off to the West, Oakland and Arizona, before coming home to face the Rox and the Barry Bonds Traveling Freak Show, the only team currently eligible, en masse, to join AARP.

The Yankees are coming, the Yankees are coming. Forgive me a frisson of paranoia. We have to keep them down. Keep winning series, and they'll never catch us. But that's the trick, aint it?