Baseball Tonight

The Sox took a Big Game tonight from the Y***ees, 9-3. One of the nice things about tonight's matchup, besides the fact that Gary Sheffield is having surgery on his wrist, was that it was the last time these two teams will meet for two months.

A point here, and forgive me for quoting George Will (who I believe was quoting Walt Whitman), but the unbalanced schedule sucks monkey shit. It does, and not because it dilutes the rivalry. It makes every single game too important.

I'm a big believer in baseball as a calendar. As Giamatti said:

I was counting on the game's deep patterns, three strikes, three outs, three times three innings, and its deepest impulse, to go out and back, to leave and to return home, to set the order of the day and to organize the daylight.

Giamatti knew that you set your year with baseball, a marathon building to a sprint. Playing the Y***ees and Toronto 19 times apiece is too stressful. It makes every night feel like it should be September and frankly, I'm getting tired. My baseball clock has been thrown off completely.

So farewell for now to you, Y***ees. When next we meet, Jason Grimsley's testimony may mean even more change to your roster. Perhaps it'll be "Jenny Craig" for all of you this July, just in time for some of you to go before a congressional committee. Either that or the pinstripes will be extra slimming this year. Whatever.

Until August, adieu.