I missed the game last night, crashing and burning with a headache somewhere just after it was 5-0 Yankees. What's sad is that meant I went to bed at true grandma-time, 'cause Curt gave 'em out with a quickness. I pretty much had already accepted they were going to lose before going to bed, and okay, maybe I harbored an irrational hope they'd all of a sudden come back against Pettitte and then the soft underbelly of Yankees middle relief, but the score in the morning confirmed my original suspicion.
I hate days that begin like that.
That kind of says it all right there, doesn't it?
*There be video of The Buchholz linked over there.