The 19-Day War Draws To A Close

Tonight is the final regular-season meeting between the Yankees and Red Sox. The 19-Day War, as I called it back in April, is finally drawing to a close. (I realize it's really 18 days but, heck, who's really counting?) The Yankees lead the season series 9-8 and will either win it 10-9 or it'll be a 9-9 tie. That's the way it always is with these two teams. They fight to the death except neither of them really dies. The whole thing ends in a draw, or a near draw, year after year after pressure-cooking year.

The pressure has gotten to be too much for me. These games are torture. I don't even watch Yankees-Red Sox anymore. I just check online for the score the next day, because if I watch, I'll get sick to my stomach. Sometimes this comes back to haunt me, as was the case during the last series at Yankee Stadium. I missed the entire sweep of the Sox by the Yankees because I couldn't bear to watch. I also missed Friday night's come-from-behind win. Yesterday I had better "luck," if you will, missing Beckett win his 19th game of the season.

I have to go to work this afternoon and I won't get home until almost 10 PM Eastern Time. The Yankees-Red Sox game, which would have started at around 8:10 Eastern, will probably only be in the 2nd inning or so, another element of torture I don't need. I'll just fix myself something to eat, check to see what's on QVC and have a nice relaxing Sunday evening.

The Lady