YF passed out early in front of the tube last night, propelled into fitful slumber by the tortured doings of our man from Havana. We’ll say this: a few more like that and No Way Jose’s going to find himself selling vacuums with Mr. Wormold. (That’s a Graham Greene reference, folks—read the book.) In any event, it looked like a loss was a foregone conclusion, so it was pleasant indeed to find the fellas back in first place this morning (!) thanks to the late-nite heroics of A-Rod, Ruben, and the rest of gang blue.
It’s nice to be on a roll, and it’s nice to see that the Sox have squandered away all that they had gained from their domination of the Yanks thus far. That said, the Contreras Problem is not going to go away, especially if Mussina continues to struggle. And we’d be happy if someone could either hit or play defense in center. Right now it seems asking for both is too much….