Josh Q. Public:  Tuck you in, warm within.  Keep you free from sin.  Till the sandman he comes.  -Metallica

Public Service Announcement:  Ok, here we go!  Like my main Matthew always says, “So the last shall be first, and the first last.”  Like Michael Kay said.  Michael Kay is on the radio today.  A few days ago, Michael Kay said Mariano Rivera should start in this summer’s 79th Midsummer Classic.   Michael Kay was right.  And what’s right is right.  This is right.  Phil Niekro says, “This final All-Star Game at Yankee Stadium is what the Stadium is all about, memories.”  What better memory could there be than trotting out the Sandman to start that ballgame?  Mariano may not have built this house, but he sure put a lot of work into it.  Put a lot of work into it back when he was setting up John Wetteland.  Back when he was setting up the first Yankees Championship in eighteen years.  Back when he was setting up a Dynasty.  The rest, as they say, is history.  A history of memories.  MLB, Terry Francona, do like M-M-M-Martin.  Do like M-M-M-Malcom.  Do the right thing.  Howard Cosell will tell you, “What’s right isn’t always popular.  What’s popular isn’t always right.”  I’m here to tell ya, this will be both right and popular.  Get her done.

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Peace out homies.  Six two and Even!

Josh Q. Public:  I was feeling insecure, you might not love me any more.  I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry that I made you cry.  I didn’t want to hurt you, I’m just a jealous guy.  -John Lennon

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go!  Smell it?  Ooooo Oooo that smell.  Can you smell that smell?  Smell’s like baseball.  Don’t it?  I live for this.  Big trouble.  Big Trouble in Little China.  Big trouble up in the Boogie Down.  This Red Sox fan loves it.  All of it.  The sound bytes coming out of Legends Field sound more like an episode of General Hospital than a professional baseball team.  Back biting.  Cat fighting.  He said, she said.  She said, you don’t understand what I said.  I said, no, no, no, you’re wrong.  Where’s Crash Davis when you need him:  “We gotta play ‘em one day at a time…I’m just happy to be here and hope I can help the ballclub…I just wanta give it my best shot and, Good Lord willing, things’ll work out.”  There is no joy in Mudville this spring.  No reason to sing.  They should just thow the towel into the ring.

First there was was the perceived slighting of Bernie Williams.  Bernie Baseball.  Fifteen years on the job.  Left hanging on the wall.  Looking for his next port of call.  Then there was Mariano Rivero.  Big Mo.  Fireman extraordinaire.  Big Mo feeling disrespected.  Big Mo demanding a contract extension before the end of his current contract.  Lacking all kinds of tact.  Let’s out an intriguing fact:  He’d even play for the Red Sox.  Wooo doggie!  Then there was Bullwinkle vs. Carla Pavano.  Pavano hasn’t pitched in the bigs since June of 2005.  Bad case of the hurtsies.  Parading around in his skirtsies.  I can’t remember the last time I saw him in pinstripe shirtsies.   Pavano entering the third year of a four-year, $40 million contract.   Pavano only making 17 starts, going 4-6 with a 4.77 ERA.  Bullwinkle is none to happy.  Mussina hasn’t got time for the pain:  “When one guy is out there playing the game despite whatever is going on and somebody else is not, that’s how teammates get bad tastes in their mouths. As another starting pitcher who hasn’t been 100 percent for all of the last two years, I know what it takes to be able to go out there and pitch, and I know when you can’t go out there and pitch. And sometimes it’s a fine line, but I think after 15 years I kind of know where the line is…It didn’t look good. From a player’s and a teammate’s standpoint, it didn’t look good.  Was everything just coincidence over and over again?  I don’t know.”  Yikes!  And now there’s this.  A-Broad vs. Jeter.  Fredo vs. Michael.  Burt vs. Ernie.  Yesterday Alex threw Derek under the bus.  Not to say as I blame him.  Alex was under the bus all last season and Jeter refused to pull him out.  He just lounged about.  About as helpful as a brussel sprout.  Does it matter who’s right?  I’m loving this spring of discontent.  For Red Sox fans it’s heaven sent.  We’re loving what’s going on under the Yankees circus tent.  Ooooo Oooo that smell.  Can you smell that smell?  Smell’s like baseball.  Don’t it?  I live for this.

Peace out homies.  Six Two and Even!