Summer of Dan

A city where Dan never sleeps

A couple weeks ago my cousin Melissa asked how I felt about going to New York City for the weekend on one of my off weekends for football. I thought it was just her thinking out loud, I didn't think there was really a chance we'd be able to make it happen.

I was completely wrong.

My good buddy Zap ( my team's Running Back and Melissa's boyfriend ) had a unique situation for us - his mom's boyfriend had an apartment in New York that he wasn't using and it was ours if we wanted it. So the trip was planned. Jessie, Zap, and I all had Friday off and Melissa was done with school around 12. We tried to get out of New Hampshire around 1:00pm.

Which never happened.

At least we sorta got out of the state around 5pm. 

We finished dinner around 6pm and were on our way. Our GPS said we would be there by 9:30pm.

WRONG. WRONG. WRONG. WRONG.

Traffic. In and around Boston and Worcester. All over the place. But not in New York.

Driving into New York was only a slightly mentally jarring experience. Even at night it was busy as hell and you only have half a second to jump into a lane if you need it. You can't use a blinker, it shows a sign of weakness and intent. It's like blood in the water during a shark frenzy. You might as well dig your diving knife into your thigh while you're at it.

We found the parking garage right near the apartment, brought our stuff upstairs and immediately headed outside.

To our right...

And about 500 feet to our left and down the street..

I knew we weren't too far from a lot, but I didn't realize how close. To everything. Times Square feet away. It was amazing. Insanely busy, lit up like a gigantic Christmas tree, tons of stuff to do and see. It was surreal.

Probably one of the coolest things we saw the entire time were street peddlers. Whether the were playing instruments out of boxes and pans and tins and using the sheet metal on the wall behind them or they were drawing charicatures or doing spray paint art it was all beyond words.

This guy was so fast with everything he did, he was so fluid it was like you were in a dream. He was one of many doing the spray paint space art, and it was all just awe inspiring.

 

We only got pictures of him but this is what they do (video is from Times Square and the guy kind of looks like the guy we watched, I wouldn't be at all surprised if it were him).

  

Before we knew it we were getting pizza at 1:30am and needed to get some sleep so we wouldn't waste the day sleeping.

For the record - no pancakes were made on Saturday. None. Not a single one. Melissa said she would make them. She didn't know how. She still needs to learn how to make pancakes. She let the entire team down.

Also - when sleeping in close quarters with other people it is important to bring earplugs, maybe even industrial grade. And duct tape to make sure they aren't removed in your sleep. From said snorers. Make note of that. It may help you later in life.

In any event, we got up fairly early and wandered the streets looking for something to eat (again - no pancakes). I hate my Ortiz shirt on, Zap had his McCourty shirt on. Trouble would find us. Right? Not before breakfast! Nothing comes between men and them breaking their fasts.

We wound up at a cool little diner, I ate right next to a guy wearing a Jeter shirt. An old man eating behind us laughed that 'Ortiz' and 'Jeter' were eating next to each other,  and Jeter broke out his sense of humor and said 'I guess it's ok if he eats near me!'. It was a good meal for me. Better for him I am assuming since he ate it in 38 seconds.

We headed to Central Park which is OH MY GOD IT IS MASSIVE AND INSANE AND THEY HAVE THESE BIKES EVERY 10 FEET DRIVEN BY THESE GUYS OFFERING YOU RIDES FOR $50 EVERY 100 FEET AND FULL ON SOFTBALL GAMES AND HOLY SHIT THERE ARE LIKE 10,000 RUNNERS AND SPECIFIC RUNNING LANES AND THERE WERE SO MANY IT LOOKED LIKE THERE WAS A ROAD RACE GOING ON.

It was alright I guess.

One of the things I had to see in New York was Strawberry Fields and John Lennon's Imagine Mosaic. It was the day before his birthday, it was amazing. 

For such a small, little tribute to him it was pretty moving, the simplicity was everything that Lennon was. One word, one dream, one awesome little place in the middle of Central Park. So cool. 

The only other thing I knew we had to do was go to the American Museum of Natural History. Everyone said it had to be on our list. It wasn't too far from Central Park so we headed on over there.

HOLY CRAP.

Massive museum and upon first walking in, you are just floored. You're faced with dinosaurs that are so tall you can't even guesstimate how tall they are. A Night at the Museum flashes before your eyes. And you start to wonder what time everything comes alive.

It was everything I thought it would be and more. DINOSAURS. LIKE EVERY SINGLE KIND YOU CAN IMAGINE AND THEN 200 MORE. HOW CAN YOU BEAT THAT?!?

We headed back to the apartment to get ready to go out to Ground Zero and have dinner and I clicked my FitBit activity monitor to see how far we walked that day. We were upwards of 9 miles at that point. 9. FREAKING. MILES. Now I don't have to work out for a month. I know, right??!

Ground Zero and the new World Trade Center was beyond words. It was beautiful, quiet, sad, inspiring, solemn, emotional, mind blowing, all in one. We saw a couple holding each other crying. We saw 4 police cruisers there sitting watch. We met a man selling small magazines that outlined everything that happened and will happen with the rebuilding. He showed us a building that was absolutely massive and then showed us in the picture that it was only 1/3 of the size of either tower. It was the one part of the entire weekend I felt we didn't rush at all. We just took it in.








We couldn't get into the 9/11 Memorial, tickets take over a month to get. A return trip will find us there. Absolutely.

Never Forget.

We had a great time, better than I could possibly hope for and fit in during such a short period of time. The people? The friendliest you could imagine, everyone wanted to help us, everyone wanted to give us their input to where to go and where to get a bite to eat. Friendly ribbing about our Patriots and Sox gear. Amazing city, awesome company, I cannot wait to do it again.




Even if it does mean I'll be close to the Meadowlands and the Jets and Giants again. 

A Memory of Lotus Rocks

I tend to take a lot of pictures on my Blackberry and I'm guilty of almost never uploading them or sharing them.

Not today. 

As you can see Ray likes to eat. I figured I would save him some time and just let him eat out of the container. What a great dad I am.

I really missed the shit out of this place this summer. The Niff and I went camping last year and rented this cabin. What a great little getaway. So awesome. I wonder if they are open in the Fall...more importantly, I wonder if I could convince the Niff to stay here in the Fall...

Whenever I would drive through Boston with my family to see my grandparents when I was a kid we would drive past this. For years it wasn't even a banner, it was just a giant shamrock painted onto the side of the building. I am willing to bet it is underneath the banner. This is when I knew I was on my way to New Hampshire.

Earlier this year at what is easily the coldest I have ever been at any sporting event in my short 30 years, James, Flack, Mark and I grabbed a bite before the Sox game down the street. I had to get a picture with Flack and John Locke. I wish I could blow this up poster size.

Boston is historic. Boston is beautiful. Boston is amazing.

Occasionally at work I need to relocate animals/insects/random living creatures. Either they get into the building or they put themselves in grave danger and require my AWT (Animal Whispering Techniques). This was Myrtle the Fertile Turtle. I moved her twice in one day, she was too close to the parking lot. She must have been pissed because the last time I saw her she was back where I moved her from twice digging holes and trying to lay eggs. She wasn't amused with me.

This is quite honestly the most disgusting thing I have ever drank. Yes, even worse than Diet Dr. Pepper's Cherry Chocolate soda. This was taken the day after a movie I saw with Jessie. I took one sip and had her try it. Needless to say the inside of her car was covered in this crap.

This is the side of a gas station up north in Lincoln that is dedicated to aliens. The bathroom is a museum and everything inside is insanely odd. Especially the clerks behind the counter.

This is Rusty. Rusty would be ours in a second if we had a house. DAMMIT.

Every now and then I get to climb up on top of the roof where I work. Such a fantastic view. I wish I could put a lawn chair up there...

Optimus Prime hanging out at Sal's in Hooksett. No big deal.

The tallest mountain in New Hampshire. Home of the craziest weather in the FUCKING WORLD. I'll get to the top of it someday.

I love bringing the Niff back to UConn as often as I can. Their student union is amazing. I just wish they sold replica suits of Jonathan the Huskie.

I picked this up at Goodwill for 10 cents. I would use it a lot more often but the thing holds half a cup of coffee at best. The handle is something kind of awful as well, but the picture is priceless. My tireless search for these people and Lotus Rocks will go on until the day I die.




Lola is quite the balancer. She climbed up our drying racks and was hanging out forever until we noticed her. I think she was just trying to reach The Complete Works of Shakespeare on the top shelf.

This is very common where we live. We live in a nice place, but for some reason I see entire couches in the dumpster, and in this case, what looks like a burned out couch. Totally logical.

The Niff conquering the outdoors in her sick ass snowshoes. Not pictured are the 12 times I fell, including the time I fell into a giant pine tree only to have 4 feet of snow crash down on top of me and not being able to get out without assistance.

Believe it or not but New Hampshire has some seriously good sushi. Take Ichiban for example. Awesome sushi, awful spelling. I think this adds to the authenticity of the food? Nothing like the Love Loll.



My ID badge for our offsite storage facility. Nothing more needs to be said.

Decompression in 3...2...1...

It's been a while since I've had time to write anything of substance here. Between work, the gym, and football, my free time has been a scarce commodity. I'm looking forward to having time to do things I want to do.

• All the work I put in for the Annual Conference at work was not wasted. There was an 11th hour change of venue due to a main water main break at the Mount Washington Hotel but by some miracle the Mountain View Grand was able to accommodate us in every way. Amazing. Gorgeous hotel, gorgeous views, fantastic staff and awesome food.
  
  My session on Social Media went as well as I could have hoped. First time speaking on behalf of our organization and I think for the most part it was well received.
  
• I bought a road bike so I can take off with the Niff at a moment's notice. It's not as light or as fast or as anything as hers really, but it's fantastic. I'm looking forward to strapping a Gorillapod onto the handlebars with our little camera and touring the state on it.
  
• Football is fast approaching. Our first real full game scrimmage is June 19th and I am so stoked. Our offensive line got a huge upgrade when James decided to play and the trenches are what need to be your strength if you want to win a championship and even moreso if you want to repeat.
  
• I just found out the the new mappack for Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 drops on June 3rd...what a fantastic 30th birthday present! Thanks Activision!!!
  
• LOST is getting fucking crazy. I am excited, worried, and sad all at the same time. I might need therapy when it's all over.
  
• Do yourself a favor and run to the nearest Hannford's and buy yourself a jar of this. You can thank me later. Just leave me a jar or two please.
  
     
  
• I think I need to ween myself off the 10-12 hours of sleep I get every night so when I can really only manage 5 or 6  I am not a zombie the next day. But dammit, I like a nice warm bed...
  
• Three new stations I am loving right now on Pandora - Pinback, Idiot Pilot, and The Hush Sound. Very unique and interesting artists.
  
• I love my Moleskine. I think when I die the Niff is going to rummage through it and wonder why all I see to write about is food and make To Do lists, accompanied by some awful sketches.
  
  Actually, she won't wonder. 
  
  
   
   
• It's good to be a Boston fan. Sox have been playing well lately, Celtics beatdown LeBron and the Cavs, and if the Bruins win tonight against the Flyers they somehow get home ice advantage against the hated Canadiens. Just need to seal the deal.

Awesome weekend on tap. Time to enjoy it.

Emotion

Emotion is one of my favorite words because it doesn't really describe any one thing. It describes someone's thoughts, feelings, behaviors. Emotions aren't wrong, they just are. I have friends that are seemingly emotionless but when you get to their core they just keep their feelings close to the vest. How people react in different situations, how people think and feel fascinates me.

Before the Red Sox won it all in 2004 and before they came back from 3 games down to the Yankees, every pitch in that postseason I was on edge. When they beat the Yankees 4 straight, I was worried they wouldn't win. And when they won it all I felt like a giant monkey was lifted off my back. I was only 24. Some people lived 70 years with that feeling. I can't begin to imagine what that was like. Fast forward to 2009. When they went out in the first round against the Angels and barely put up a fight I was upset. But I wasn't devastated. Because the monkey was gone. It doesn't make me any less a diehard Sox fan, it almost put things into perspective. Kinda (because let's be real - if Jason Bay really is gone for good, that would really really suck).

When I was 12 and hit by a car, immediately after I thought I was going to die. 30 seconds after I was angry that the guy that hit me fucked my bike up. 10 minutes after that I was half naked in the street as the firefighters cut my clothes off on a cold November night to see if I had any major injuries and I was feeling embarrassed. A couple hours I felt relieved that nothing was broken. In less than a few hours I felt just about every emotion you could feel and I was barely 12 years old.

When Vinatieri and the Patriots upset the Rams in the Super Bowl as 14 point underdogs, as that ball sailed through the uprights I bolted up and almost shot my then girlfriend out the back of my best friend's house. I was running around like a mad man, I was numb. I was so happy I was crying and we screamed for what seemed like an hour. And while all this went on my then girlfriend just sat there, pissed off that I bumped her when I stood up. She never got it. She was a miserable bitch anyways.

I carefully planned my proposal to the Niff over three years ago to be the end to her first road race on Thanksgiving Day. I chose that day because of what I knew it meant to her and also for what it meant to me. Thanksgiving has always been that ultimate day - it's always been about family and friends (ok, and food and football too). I proposed to her in front of our families and friends and she was totally shocked. But after I saw the picture in the paper the next day I had regret. Regret that I wore my Michigan hat for some reason instead of my Sox hat I always wear. Odd huh?

Coming into the league 8 years ago I never dreamed of winning a championship. My career record prior to this season is shockingly awful: 3-7, 2-8, 1-9, 1-9, 2-8, 2-8, 3-5. That doesn't include 3 seasons where we made playoffs and we promptly lost those games as well so chalk up 3 more losses in the L column. And then out of nowhere a 9-1 season and a championship trophy. Winning it all felt so similar to the Sox winning it. The monkey wasn't even off my back, he was finally dead. I laughed, I cried a bit, I was on Cloud 9. I still am. Every day I wake up I think about that. I'm thankful for my teammates, my coaches, my family and friends that have supported me not only through this season but throughout my career. And I smile.

Emotions are funny things. Sometimes songs will bring out random feelings or memories of the past. Sometimes reading a book again reminds you of someone that used to be in your life but has moved on. And the best part of it is your emotions are never wrong. They're your emotions and they might not always make sense to other people, but they are yours.

That's a good thing. 

Support your Nation…Red Sox Nation

This year's MLB All-Star game is in Yankee Stadium. It's a fitting tribute and sendoff to a great stadium, as the Yankees say goodbye to it after this season and hello to their new stadium next year.

Now, what better way to say goodbye than to fill it with Red Sox players. Vote for the Sox! Don't be stupid. Just do it. Once you fill out the form, it remembers your entries so you can vote over and over again, you just need to do the verification box thing and you're golden.

http://mlb.mlb.com/mlb/events/all_star/y2008/ballot_reg.html

Vote 25 times a day. You'll know when you did because you'll see this:

 

 

I did my part, now go do yours!

Youk, Sox, Goodwill and Red Sox Nation

For a great many reason, the Niff offered up her Sox ticket to the game today to anyone that would want it. I tried for almost a full day to find someone that would want to go, someone that could go. Through no one's fault at all, no one could go.

In the end I made the right move and told Mark to see if he could get someone to go and he did.

Awesome game, and I'm sure everyone that missed out (whether they wanted to or not) is kicking themselves for not being able to go:

Long fucking game. Started at 2:25pm after a rain delay, didn't get over until almost 7pm. 13 innings, 29 total hits, 96 at bats, 47 guys left on base between both teams. Youk hit a walk-off HR. All 15,000 of us that were left went crazy. Fuckin awesome.

I felt like this guy in the Boston commercial trying to hunt someone down to go to the game:

Who knew it would be so hard?

In the end, a good time was had by myself, Mark, Steve, and Chad. It was a very long ass day, not one most people could handle, especially with typical fucked up New England weather: one second it was downpouring, then immediately sunny, then humid, then cool and breezy, then dark but no rain, then bright but raining, then extremely windy.

There was a kid there selling ponchos as it started to drizzle. I thought he was selling nachos (they do sound alike) and figured it was odd he was swinging around a box of nachos. When I asked what he was selling and I balked at his ponchos he laughed at me that I would regret it later and walked off. I wish he came back, because it never rained anything at all since then. We all spent the remainder of the afternoon "regretting not buying ponchos". Yeah, like I'd ever regret not dropping a small fortune on anything at Fenway.

It was so long at one point half our row was falling asleep. And Fenway is not exactly a quiet place. Even after 11 or 12 innings. I thought it was The Happening all over again.

After Youk cranked it, we celebrated for a couple minutes as Fenway emptied, and then we bolted out of Fenway. We needed to make good time, we were there almost all day. As soon as we got into the Kenmore T-station things started crawling. The air was heavy, sweaty, humid, just nasty. We were all moving like sheep. Barely crawling. Typical for after a game, but with the total time we spent there are the game it was just time to GTFO of there stat. I started groaning and saying I wanted to eat brains, like we were all zombies. Laughter ensued. For about 10 seconds. Then we all realized we were still smelly, hot, and just nasty.

Steve and I felt like we were on the Amazing Race, as we lost Mark and Chad on the train at one point, got off when the train we did make it onto made it's last service stop and hopped onto another, only to find our buddies sitting right there.

"And like that, we caught up to them!"

I so can see why people on the Amazing Race would be pissed, thinking they ditched a team only to see them catch up to them.

I'll be dehydrated for the next few days, as I was only willing to pay for one soda at $4.50 for a 20-ounce bottle. Slowly I'll recover.

Big thanks to the Niff for sacrificing her ticket so someone else could go. It's not every day that someone does that, especially for a Sox game. That's what makes that commercial there so damn funny.

World Series Game 1

It's Game 1 of the World Series. STILL the bottom of the 5th and STILL 2 outs. Bases are STILL loaded, and it's 12-1 Boston. It's raining like a bitch, and we've scored 4 more runs than the Rockies had let up in all of the NLCS.

Beckett at one point struck out the first 5 batters he faced, and is bitching beautiful. We're getting production from every guy in the lineup. This is how it should have been with the Indians. Someone woke the sleeping giant.

Speaking of waking, it's a shame MLB doesn't move these games to even 7:30pm EST. With it raining, there is a possibility this game could slow down faster or even go into a rain delay and push the end of this game into tomorrow. Why do that to your fans? Especially the Boston fans???? Come on now, lets get serious.

Can't take it

Wow...the Sox are on the verge of the World Series, coming back from yet another big deficit. It's 6-2 right now in the 8th and I feel like I am going to puke all over myself. I'm nervous and excited at the same time. Late night games like this mess with your head even more too because you are tired.

At the same time, having massive texting wars between Mark, Steve, Lee and myself keeps my mind focused and not worried and wondering about what could happen. We live and die together through the phones as if we were all in the same room together. It's pretty cool actually and if Flack actually would come into the 21st century and buy a cellphone he would be a part of this as well. Then again, I envy the bastard for not having a cell, but I digress.

Hopefully if they do win this I don't puke with excitement on one of the cats or the sleeping Niff. That wouldn't be so cool. Not to so much.

Killin’ with Schillin’…sorta

It may have taken place 3 weeks ago, but with the problems I've had with the Dell and having to rebuild it I couldn't get the pictures off of it and posted…until now.

Originally James and Megan were supposed to go with us to the game but so much time passed between all of us talking about James had a golf tournament he was in so they couldn't go. We were lucky to find anyone to be able to go because it was so last minute so at least someone got to enjoy the game, and it was cool that Flack and Nikki were around to go to the game at all. It would have totally sucked having the tickets go to total waste. If we didn't get them to come at the last second, this would have been a scene very common to us:

Flack and Nikki met us at the T-Stop we always use to go into Boston since I am not a fan of paying $100 for a parking spot at a nearby garage or lot. Sorry, call me cheap, but that shit doesn't fly with me.

After getting our Charlie Tickets and hopping onto the train Nikki showed the Niff some of the $1.00 coins she was given as change when she got her Charlie Ticket, at which point the Niff decided it was nice to throw Nikki's money around and drop it onto the oh so clean floor on the train about four dozen times before the lady sitting next to her finally handed it to her. After that I knew we were in for a good time.

When you are on a crowded train, one of the best things to do when someone stares at you is to just ignore them. Most people do. Unless you are Flack. If you're Flack, you pull up your hood, keep your reflective aviator glasses staring straight ahead and try to freak the guy out even more. Not sure how this would work if you tried it and were looking at a true nutjob, but who knows. Maybe it would knock them back into reality. Then again, maybe it would set them off. It would be funny to see though, wouldn't it?

The walk out of Kenmore to Fenway is always entertaining. The three most overheard phrases are, "Ya got tickets?", "Ya need tickets?" and "Programs!!! $3.00!!!!" A fixture on any walk to Fenway is the Jesus Pamphlet Guy. Dood has a giant sign that says if you read his pamphlets you can be saved. I would love to know what this man does for a living. I see him EVERYWHERE. He never says anything. EVER. He just stands with one in each hand looking straight ahead with his hand open waiting for you to take it. I always do. Makes the guy feel needed, or at least that is what I tell myself.

We got to Landsdowne Street where our gate was to get into Fenway and I headed right for The Sausage King. It is imperative that I get a sausage with all the works or no matter what the Sox lose. Always happens.

So I wolfed it down in two point five before we went inside the beauty that is Fenway Park. I hope it is still standing when we have kids some day. I remember my first game, and am just so psyched for people like Steve that can bring Alyza to Fenway and have the same experience that we had when we were kids.

It didn't take long for us to find our seats. They were AWESOME. I've sat there before in the bleachers for a Sox/Yankees game and it was one of the best (visually) games ever.

Most stadiums have this convoluted row numbering thing where it seems like you are in the right row but the number is actually off a row because it is displaying the row number for that row above the seats. Odd to explain but if you've ever been to Fenway or Gillette you know what I am talking about. Sure enough about 15 minutes into sitting in our seats a couple in front of us proceeded to think that everyone else was in the wrong row except them. Figures.

The weather was perfect. It wasn't freezing out like when we went in April and we weren't in the direct sun for long. The view was awesome, and it was the bleachers, the best place in Fenway. You feel like a bigger part of the Fenway Faithful when you are out with the Bleacher Creatures for some reason. It's like the pulse of the park.

Like I have said before, I am a huge fan of the random paparazzi photos and that night was no exception. I took a trillion pictures and one set of 3 in a row really freaked me out. I was taking pictures of Flack and Nikki in fairly quick succession and as you can see, it looks like Nikki is moving but Flack isn't…very…weird…Mr. Unabomber.

Before long the Niff and I were thirsty and she maneuvered her way down into the bowels of Fenway to snag us a drink and some peanuts.  Peanuts are a great snack because they have an almost unlimited shelf life, they don't get hot/cold and go bad, and you can eat them at your pace. There is an added bonus in that you get to drop the shells all over the ground and have someone else clean them up. How can you beat that??? We didn't think so either so we did this to prove it:

One of the highlights for me was biting into a peanut and having the shell explode into the hair of the girl in front of us. I could have told her about it, but not sure how she would have taken it and it was only a small piece of peanut shrapnel. Figured she was better off not even knowing.

Fenway is one of those awesome places to people watch. You see all walks of life. If you are really lucky (like we were) you will see a Femullet in person. The Niff did her best to get a picture to document this rare phenomenon:

The Hot Dog Guy in our area had just about the raspiest voice known to man. He could have given the Godfather a run for his money. He tried to be loud, but I'm guessing he had a tough time since it sounded like he smoked 3 packs of Marlboro Reds a day when he wasn't slinging processed "beef" at Fenway for $4.50 apiece.

There was a kid in our area that was doing his damndest to get the wave going but for some reason the security asshole must have been showing off for his new boyfriend that night and didn't like the wave happening so he kept squashing it. Asshat.

The game was pretty slow, and we acted on a hunch late in the game that the Sox wouldn't win it as momentum went the other way so we decided to beat the rush and duck out a bit early. It turned out to be the smartest move because in the end the Sox did lose, we beat all the traffic in the T-stations, and we were home "reasonably" early. Even though the Sox lost, a good time was had by all.

Even by the FanFoto guy I was taking illegal pictures of taking pictures of other people…

Fenway is one of those places you can't get enough of when you are there and never want to leave, and will do anything and pay just about whatever it takes to get you there in the first place. Going there twice this season was special, something I would do all the time before the won it all a few years back. Maybe it makes it even more special when I make it there now. I like to think it does.

Panic button: where is it again?

I just don't get why everyone at my office comes up to me like I am the all time Sports God and asks me if "we" should start worrying about the Sox. They are all worried because the Yankees are gaining on us, but I told them they are very hot right now and we just aren't. Things will turn out fine, and we're in the playoffs if we win just 3 games. Who cares if we win the division. Sure it'd be nice, but we won the Series before being the Wild Card.

That said, I just walk around and tell them to find something else to worry about, like if the Patriots will ever even lose once this season. The Sox will bounce back, we are just fighting injuries and fatigue, and the Yanks will cool off.

I know it's only one game for both teams, but it appears I am right (at least for one day) as the Sox lead it 4-1 in the 8th in a game that pitching has been awesome for us, while the Yanks are getting the short end of the stick from the Jays right now by the same score, but in the 9th.

We'll see who has the pitching in October. I ain't skeeerd.