I am off for a long weekend of golf and Sox-Yanks viewing, in the (relatively) friendly territory of western Massachusetts. I always wondered why a college friend of mine, the erudite Bombers fan and author Mike DeMarco (he of Dugout Days and Ain’t No Sense Worryin’: The Wit and Wisdom of Mickey Rivers), grew up in Adams Massachusetts loving the enemy.
Realistically, nothing but 2 of 3 from the Os and a sweep of the Yanks will help in the division race. However, 4 of the next 6 is what is needed to keep afloat in the Wild Card standings, the real pot of gold. Here’s hoping Theo makes a move to shore up a weary bullpen, and Trot Nixon finds his way back a la Nomar. Hit’em far, guys, and stay down on those grounders.