Kiss and make up

Ater being so cruelly let down by the Red Sox on Thursday night, I was somewhat wary of inflicting another 1am start on my poor aching body, but this time the boys came through big-time: a sweet 17-1 victory against the Yankees (the second of the season, for those of you scoring at home).

Had you seen the the pitchers listed in the box score six months ago (Redding? May? Anderson? Groom?) you might have been hard-pushed to work out that this was a Yankees' pitching staff, but hey, what goes around comes around. Consider this a benevolent act by the baseball gods, evening things up for that obscene "if it moves, buy it" payroll. I'm not gloating, but shedding a tear for a ballclub with that much money? I think not...