Well, what do you write about a game like last night? Umm... Andy Pettitte threw the best six best innings of any Yankee starter in the ALCS? Thing is: the little, excuse-me, only with the short rightfield porch homer by Hamilton with one on in the first cast a sense of gloom and eventual doom (for last night) over the Yanks and quieted the fans who wanted something to be raucous about; they got ... zip.

2-0 or 8-0 really didn't matter much if you don't hit. When you don't get too many opportunities against a guy like Lee, you have to make them count. Gardner singles, steals second with nobody out and the heart of the lineup-- Jeter, Swish & Tex -- can't get the speedster past third base is just not going to fly.

Personally, after the game 2 loss I took that as the proper opportunity to change the clothes I had been wearing since the first game vs. the Twinkies on October 6th. And I didn't see it as "panic" as much as "courtesy" but since I have watched nearly every moment of the Yankee playoffs by my lonesome -- mostly by choice; I don't really want to have to talk to anyone during the game -- the growing smell from my feet and nether regions probably wasn't bothering a soul...

AJ goes tonight and he needs to bring his concentration, curve-ball and cajones to the mound at 5:07 local time -- and not 5:10 or 5:30 -- and stick it to all the newspapers, radio jerks and Rangers. Yes, there is a lot riding on tonight's game (unless it's rained out, right?) but even if the Yanks go down, they are capable of winning three games in a row with the likes of CC, Hughes and Andy, but they will have to show up and hit and potentially prove that they can hit Lee.

Speaking of Lee, it became very apparent last night that the lefty made himself an awful lot of money last night in the spotlight. No matter how the post-season winds up, even if Lee doesn't pitch or win another game, he is going to be supremely sought after. Obviously, the Yankees are big believers in the old adage of "if ya can't beat 'em -- get 'em!" theory and will be more than willing to throw New York sized dollars at him. Thing is: you also have to expect Nolan Ryan to try to match those big bucks with some Texas sized greenbacks, too.

And, if anyone has any thoughts for the direction of this blog (an awful word by the way; I think it's the writer's equivalent of "chub" for those chopped meat encased tubes. Those are good for little more than movie props) after the end of the baseball season, please let me know...