Can you believe the Yankees! I'm not going to hear the end of this from Mr.Woods. All week I've been calling him at the bottom of the 9th, which is some ungodly hour on the east coast apparently, because for some reason he's in bed, not wanting to watch the end of the game. So I call him, to remind him how great the Yankees are, and snicker in his ear just to listen to his agony over the Yankees boil. Now I have to wait for his phone call, I know it's killin' him to get me back and I know he'll bring the lemon juice and salt, for the wounds.