In other news....(Game 91 Liveblogging)

Apparently, the Sabathia deal has gone through-Sabathia to Milwaukee for Matt Laporta and some loose change they found behind the sofa. Doesn't really affect Boston at all except, like the Santana deal, it keeps him away from the Yankees, who could have used him but didn't have the chips to cash in.

1 on, 1 out in the seventh now, 4-2. 8 outs to go, with Javy (Not That One) Lopez on. Facing Posada, who has fallen off a cliff, at least compared to his 2007 performance. He got old very quickly. But I won't say that he doesn't scare me, and he just showed me up by serving a soft single into right center to push AFraud to third. Nice little hit and run single.

Robby Cano now, who is a good young hitter, but has also had pretty much a lost season. And he jerks one into the gap for a triple that ties the score.

(Bad word.) (Very bad word.) (Obscene modifier-Bad Word.) Javy Lopez can really go (perform an anatomically impossible act). (Very, very bad word!)

Now ESPN is telling us that Girardi's ejection, earlier in the game, inspired the Yankees to begin hitting. What a bunch of (excrement).

Now a grounder to second by the Melkman, and Pedroia throws out Cano trying to score. Gutsy play that could have turned out badly, that wound up resounding in our favor. Phew.

Does every game between these teams have to last longer than the director's cut of Gandhi?

I completely missed the Wimbeldon final, which apparently was a doozy, won by Nadal. Federer is really one of the greatest to ever play the game, and because no one cares about his sport, practically no one notices.

Metropolitan District Commission is on now, who has great stuff but gets lit UP from time to time. The Red Sox seem to specialize in that sort of hurler. Dice K and Aardsma are like that, too.

But MDC strikes out the Flying Molina Brother to escape the jam. Love and 97 mph heat means never having to say you're sorry.

Drew leads off the next inning, and I think it's time for a patented JD "THIS is what I'm here for, bitches" homers to right center. We can give him the official Trot Nixon "I Own The Yankees" t shirt.

And Farnsworthless pops up Drew. Guess I jinxed him.

Yankee Stadium has a really, really short right field fence. Boston does too, but ours balloons immediately to 380, whereas theirs does not. Supposedly, back in the day, the owners of the Yankees and Red Sox agreed to trade Joe DiMaggio for Ted Williams, straight up. They sobered up before completing the trade, though, but ironically Yankee Stadium was suited for Williams, and Fenway for Joe. Would have been fun if it happened.

Lowell flied out, so now it's The Greek God of Walks. He's not Greek, but the name was given to him by Billy Beane in the book Moneyball, and I like to use it. So sue me.

And Farnsworthless blows away Youkilis for the 1-2-3 inning.

So now we move on to the bottom of the 8th, and our continually shaky bullpen. I sense bad tidings.

Brett Gardner, who looks a little bit like Paul O'Neill, yet hits more like Eugene O'Neill, against the mighty MDC, who strikes him out.

Now it's Captain Terrific, who does everything perfectly and is only thought in anything other than glowing terms by Communist terrorists who don't love their mothers. He grounds out to short.

Seriously, he's one hell of a baseball player. He's not as good as people think he is, but he's real, real good. If I has a baseball team, I would want him on it. Not as a shortstop, though.

Now it's Bobby, the former Phillie who sold out to The Man. He's a real good hitter, too-I wonder how he's going to be viewed when he retires. He has really solid numbers, but quiet ones. Not outsized, Ruth numbers, just quiet, same old same old Aaron numbers. Not as good, not as long, but consistent.

Abreu lines out to Ellsbury in short left to end the inning. Every time the Yankees are retired, I breathe a little easier.

Top of the ninth now. Let's scratch out a run, then shut them down and run like hell for the exit.

Mo is on to pitch, and Sean "Mighty" Casey singles, then pinch runner Brandon (Rolling Stone Gathers No) Moss advances to second on a Crisp bunt. Varitek pinch hits, squirting a fielder's choice that shoots Moss to third.

Now the marquee matchup. Manny Ramirez, the Bad Man himself, against Rivera, lead run at third base. Do you walk him? I would. Even in a slump, as he is, he's a Bad Man.

They're not going to walk him. Ballsy.

Strike one, called.

Strike two, called.

Manny's a good two strike hitter, but Jeez, man. Come on.

Strike three called.

(Very bad word.) (Expletive.) Mother(expletive)! (One of the Seven Dirty Words)!

So it's the Okey Doke, who has been ok, but at times gets rocked.

I sense a theme developing.

And the leadoff man is AFraud. Lovely.

Hanging curve way too high for ball one.

Smaller, tighter curve for called strike one.

Fastball way too low. Ball two.

Another curve, shot straight at Lowell. One out.

Now it's Thong Boy, the Giambino.

Fastball missed, ball one.

Fastball too low, ball two.

Curve outside, called strike.

Fastball too low, ball three.

Popped out to third-two out.

Posada, who John Sterling calls "Jorgie".

Called strike on a curve.

Missed with fastball ball one.

Called strike on a fastball.

Fouled off a curve.

Swing and a miss at another curve for strike three.

Phew. Nice piece of pitching by the Okey Doke.

Wow.

On to the tenth.

Another inning for Rivera.

Ellsbury pops up on a 1-1 cutter.

One out.

Pedroia whiffs.

Two out.

If we lose this game, Tampa goes up 5 full games, with New York only 4 behind us. Mentally, I laugh at Tampa, but we're running out of time. Those Naughty Fish have won seven straight.

Drew grounds out to short.

Sigh.

Bottom 10

Now it's time for Riverdance, Mister Jonathan Papelbon. Papelbon looks a little silly, like an kid wearing adult clothes, when he does his Pettite like gaze under the brim of his hat.

However, since Papelbon has only two pitches, one of which is usually a ball (the splitter), if they can get a bat on it, it can go a long way.

Cano grounds a base hit up the middle.

The Melkman now. He gets it near the mound, Papelbon retiring him at first with Cano advancing. Now Wilson (You Can) Betemit, hitting for a Flying Molina Brother.

Papelbon strikes out Betemit, and Brett (The Constant) Gardner is next.

The kid battles, and battles, and battles, and finally dribbles a splitter back up the middle, which sneaks by Lugo and Pedroia and into center field for a base hit that wins it.

(VERY VERY BAD WORD!)

Well, you have to hand it to them. We had the lead, and we gave it back to them, thanks to Firebug and Gasoline out there in the pen.

Ah, well.

Now back to my life.