Meh. That's baseball and one my favorite things about the game I love is you get another chance tomorrow; it's Pettitte vs Wake, and my money is on the guy with the beer belly and the 65 mph Knuckleball.
Losing to the MFY's is bad enough; to lose 1-0 is pure torture, but like Bruce says Better days are coming. And Joba running one up around Youk's chin deserves some payback; Bob Gibson would have already hit Slappy, Jeter, and thrown one into the dugout trying to drill Girardi by now. Tito is old school enough for me to take comfort in the fact that payback is coming, whether it's tomorrow, Sunday, or even in September. This Joba/Youkilis nonsense has a receipt coming one way or another.
To get rid of the Yankee's winning, I downloaded my pictures saved in the camera. What better way to put the pain of a MFY win at Fenway behind me than this:
Rakes, his Teddy Bear, and Wally, heading off to sleep.
Sort of puts it all in perspective, you know?
Although Wally wants to see one in Slappy's ear hole as well.
He really carries a grudge.