procrastinating

"Five Yankees relievers pitched the final 5 1/3 innings, with all but Scott Proctor flopping. Paul Quantrill looks spent, and no one could blame him. Felix Heredia would have been released by now had he not claimed to be lefthanded (still open for debate)."
- newsday

i can only hope that i've been subjected to felix heredia for the last time. i am not going to say anything about wishing he'd come out of the brawl with a bruised pinky, nope. cause i'm just classy like that. i really don't mind when mo breaks my heart, but i'd rather he didn't do it in such dramatic fashion. but mo's press face is zen as always, and it makes me feel better. also comforting, in its screwy way, is that they capitalized on a closer who had nothing. the sox beat up on a couple of aaa pitchers who, when all is said and done, won't likely be a part of the final picture. the fragile state of the yankees pitching was left exposed yet again, and maybe someone will finally do something about it.

it was by turns satisfying and surreal watching the veneer crack on the snake-charmer-cool big man on campus. and while violence generally makes me all squirmy, (cover your ears, boys) i am going to admit the sight of this graceful animal spitting epithets made my girly parts blush. oh wait, this isn't my diary? pardon me.... i don't think a lot of sox fans realize that arod's been thrown at a lot this year, once at his head and another very near it. the same goes for sheffield, and jeter's hand is now broken as a result of his 4579th time being hit. there's been no retaliation. tempers were high already. mix in the tensions that exist in this particular series, well... anyway. i'm not going to change anyone's mind. it is what it is. newsday helpfully provides some historical context with a blow-by-blow of yankee brawls. graig nettles is probably sitting somewhere smiling and saying, "NOW he's a real third baseman."