Lemme git dis strate

That was one of the more unlikely series I've seen in a long, long time.

Winning on a two-run error in the bottom of the ninth.

Losing to a guy who hasn't won a big league start since 2006.

Beating the best pitcher in the National League like a drum.

Oddly, I fell asleep right after Jeter singled in the ninth of the first game, and woke up at 3:30 a.m., groggy, on the couch, in time to see Rodriguez pop up the 3-1 offering. I was conscience enough to hurl an insult and then completely confused by the events that unfolded right after. I wonder how John Sterling's head didn't explode.

I had the pleasure of listening to radio broadcast of What's-His-Name Nivea (or whatever) mowing down Yankees batter after Yankees batter. It's sickening, but not a surprise, not at all. Of course, that didn't stop Suzyn Waldman from saying, repeatedly, "He's not doing anything special ..." Really Suzyn? Is that why $200 million worth of talent looks like a collection of child? Apparently, nothing special, is all it takes to beat the Yankees.

Which means what for Johan Santana?

There's a trend now that when a player doesn't perform as expected, he must be injured, something must be wrong. Andy Pettitte stunk, so his back must be bothering him. Santana lost, his volacity has slightly down, so his arm must be hurting.

Maybe they just had shitty outtings. How about that?

For the record, I totally called the Iran elections.