Game Sixty: 102 to go!

First, some employment wierdness.

On Tuesday, we're told that an important meeting was held, and that we should meet with other members of management to learn what was said. Of course, if you can send an email saying that there is something important you need to know, you can JUST TELL US THE IMPORTANT THING INSTEAD.

But whatever.

Today we learn that we have to derive an "action plan" in case our union employees go on strike. An "action plan". Like what? Run around screaming and pulling my hair out? If our employees go on strike, we do our work. Slower and less efficiently, but we do it. What's to plan?

Then, I'm asked if I'm interested in a management position.

Uh, no. I'm not into responsibility without authority, sorry.

Wild, wacky stuff.

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More importantly, Brad Penny (?!?!?) stakes Boston to a 1-0 lead after 6 frames, the run coming on an opposite field homer from David Ortiz. Metropolitan District Commission, however, gives up a passel of doubles, including a clutch stroke by AFraud (giving him a lifetime total against Boston of, uh, maybe two) for a 3-1 Yankee lead. I'm not crushed by this-2 out of 3 is fine, really. Sensei Saito pitches out of the jam, and I'm ready to chalk up an L.

But in the 8th, here come the Red Sox. Girardi leaves Sabathia in a couple of batters too many, wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, in comes Aceves, and it's 4-3, Boston.

Then it's the Lord of the Dance, a groundout from Jeter on a GREAT play by Nick Green, Infielder Without Portfolio, who also started the 8th inning uprising, an easy fly to Bay, and a lineout by Tex, and it's over. Another Boston win-8 straight over New York-and a two game lead in the division, and a gut punch for the Yankees.

All in all, a nice way to end a long, long day.