10.12.2004

A Bronx Tale

Yankees 10, Boston 7

The Boston Red Sox have a warm place in the cochles of my heart, right next to the Al-Aqsa Martyr's Brigade. They may be the scrappiest team I'm ever seen. They just won't go away. Hence, my lack of excitement, even into the 7th, as Moose flirted with a no-no. There are only two occasions when one can breathe easily regarding the Sox: when the game is over and when the season is over. 1 down, 3 to go. And much love for Mo. In the face of tragedy, he's a gladiator with a glove.