The city empties out for the holiday weekend, leaving few around to fight for reservations at quaint West Village Austrian restaurants. We enjoy wiener schnitzel, salzburger nockerl, then take an easy trip up 8th Avenue to home and a nightcap of schadenfreude, arriving in time to see the Yankees drop another one. Things get even sweeter when Keith Foulke and the Sox dump the Rangers 2-0, drawing within 2.5 games, 2 in the LC. And nothing like the cherry on top of the sundae, Kevin Brown breaks his (left) hand punching the wall of the clubhouse, a brilliant move from a very very nice man. Cashman appears droopy eyed, seemingly near tears, on the YES postgame show, like a teenager who just took his Dad’s new car out for a spin and dinged it trying to park. A wonderful summer’s eve.