Mark Buerhle vs. Bartolo Colón. Frankly, after last night’s crush of the Sabres and the Bombers, I’ll be hard-pressed to get worked up over sports right now. I’m saving my emotions until I can kick my dog, who happens to be a Philly fan. I know this because she ate my waiting cheese steak when my line changed and I wasn’t there to throw down my gloves. But I will watch me some game anyway.
Oh, by the way sincerely a happy birthday to Krueg. Glad to have you around these parts, pardner. Go Yankees.