Winning with Wanger

OK, the Mets are garbage, but he has to beat somebody.

But the big deal, again, was Mo Rivera batting. And you know what, Mangler Joe Girardi really thought Rivera had a shot. He did. He really thought Rivera had a shot. A good shot. If it was a strike. (Reason No. 2,386,732,896,496 post-game news conferences are garbage).

Still and all, a sweep is a sweep, and a little history is nice, too.

Yanks/Mets was the Sunday game, and we once again got to enjoy the work of Jon Miller, Joe Morgan and Steve Phillips. Miller was probably drunk, but mostly he worked on the pronunciation of the Latin players' names. Morgan was more concerned with team spirit, than the game, and Phillips was speculating where Derek Jeter might finish his career. As if there's any chance he'll be anywhere but shortstop for the Yankees until he decideds he doesn't want to play shortstop for the Yankees.

You morons.

I'd love sports so much more if the games were broadcast in silence. Just the roar of the crowd, the crack of the bat, the pop of the glove ... beautiful.

Or, if Michael Bay directed. That would be pretty sweet, too. Everytime anyone made contact with the ball, it would explode. Twice. Awesome.