On the one hand, Pedro was quite mortal. ERA at 4+ - ugh. Time to become a superhero, Pedro Parker. On the other hand, it did seem that you could’ve flung anything at Vlad and he would’ve hit it. He was Motown yesterday - nothing but a hit machine. He could have sung like William Hung and it would be a hit. I’m just glad he didn’t sign with the Y*nkees. And on the third hand (hey, I’m just extending the Spiderman analogy), who the hell does David Eckstein think he is? Of course, he’s the only major leaguer who’s my height. Thus was I consigned by my genetics to a non-sporting life. Well, that, and I have no workout ethic. Speaking of short pro athletes, Muggsy Bogues’ sons have formed a group, 3 on 3. I don’t know why that piece of trivia amuses me so much, but it does. And finally, YOOOOOOOOOOKILIS! Thank you Pokey and Yook, for giving me those little moments of joy in last night’s game. Sometimes one needs drops of joy in an ocean of tears. Ah, sports. How they bring out the maudlin.
All-star watch: so Nomar is #1 SS? Duh, he’s added more value to his team than Jeter. :)