A Sore Spot

Adam is still reeling from the Red Sox's loss. A friend sent me an amusing forward about Red Sox fans and the Yankees, and I asked Adam if he wanted to see it. "No," he said, "it still hurts." It wouldn't have been so bad, he insists, had they been down in the second inning, 10 to 2 or something. But they had it, he says. They had it. So now I know three things about baseball. In addition to Pedro Martinez is the greatest pitcher who has ever lived and Roger Clemens is a big fat hick, I now know that Grady Little has to go.

On a related note, I asked Adam what he would do if the Doodlebug grew up to become a Major League Baseball player and ended up on the Yankees. To his credit, Adam didn't hesitate when he said he would root for the Doodlebug no matter what, even if he played for the Yankees. And who knows, he could become a ball player. He already has one skill down pat--he can spit with the best of them.