We win!

The royal we anyway.

Take that Doc Halladay. I'm sure that 314.5-foot game tier Melky Cabrera dropped into the right-field seats isn't sitting well, nor should it. Bet it doesn't sting quite as much as the curtain call Melky took right after - during your windup. The Yankees take too many of those, by the way.

Joe Girardi is much more likable as Yankees' manager. He's tight-lipped, to the point. Not the rambling annoyance he was as a broadcaster.

As for the game, the pitching was solid and the hitting, somewhat timely. The Yanks scored enough to win, great, but they wasted a chance for an insurance run with Johnny Damon's eighth-inning leadoff triple. Neither Derek Jeter, nor Bobby Abreu (three hits combined) could push the run across, and after a walk to A-Rod (two hits), Jason Giambi tapped out as well. This sort of thing plagued the Yanks last year. Too many wasted chances.

Give Giambi some credit though. He looks great and he made two solid plays tonight. He snared a Marco Scutaro liner destined for right field and another Blue Jays run, and he stayed out of double play between first and second in the (seventh) inning the Yankees pushed across the go-ahead - and ultimately winning - run.

No surprises from Chien-Ming Wang. Limit damage when necessary, pound the strike zone.

Joba Chamberlain and Mariano Rivera were lights out. No surprises there. But please Joba, more fastballs. Kyle Farnsworth fell in love with the breaking stuff last year and repeatedly got burned. 3-2 sliders? Really? When you throw 98 mph with movement? That's why you're the setup guy and Farnsworth is shivering in the bullpen in the eighth and ninth innings.

So, Mike Mussina takes the hill next. Why? Just to quickly prove he's washed up? Please, Mike. Prove me wrong.

And the marathon begins.