Yankees 13, Red Sox 6

Hats off to Heath Bieferman for taking me to tonight's blowout in the Bronx. I guess it was a "Heath's-birthday/jeez-we-haven't-been-to-a-game-in-a-while/Yanks-are-fucking-due" kind of event.

It's possible that I've seen the Yankees beat Boston more often than not, but it sure doesn't feel that way. That's why Heath's gesture was so kind-- a bit like bringing a broken mirror with you to bingo night. Maybe I'll actually bring a broken mirror on Saturday, even if it might be tough to get past security.

We've heard a million times about how the new Stadium's "not the same" as the old. No shit!!! Anyway, tonight's game was certainly tamer than usual for Boston. I guess the excitement starts to fade after the hundredth or so game in 5 years. Throw in the fact that the games are minimum four hours a pop, and we're talking about some serious face time together.

The razzing of Ortiz was an inevitable letdown (he wasn't showered with syringes), but still kinda fun. He stranded nine runners, and looked terrible doing so. Safe to say Big Papi won't be horsing around in the dugout with styrofoam cups on his ears anytime soon...

Seats were great, except for the jackass standing almost directly in front of me for two innings. I guess he was buddies with the cop in our section (whose uniform was decorated more like a pilot than a police officer), which apparently gave him the right to stand in front of people and step on their feet every 5 minutes or so. I was about to say something (oooh, how brave of me!) when the jerk finally moved and sat in his seat about 10 feet away!! Ugh.

Still not sure what was going on with Posada's getting thrown out at home (Jorge just might catch Wang on the "Worst Yankee baserunners" list, which would make him a genuinely awful baserunner.), and Joba was downright maddening. Maybe the kid needs to fly back to Nebraska for some more time away.

I'm feeling good about Saturday's game. Not sure if that's a good thing.