Red Sox 3
Yankees 5

That was adorable. Starry-eyed Billy Joel fans screaming like its the playoffs or a Piano Man encore while their big brother sits back, calm and collected, waiting for Captain Jack. Maybe it’s the booze and the hot dogs, but the atmosphere in Yankee Stadium last night was terrific. There were no angry exchanges — subtle and good-natured jabs were lobbed in both directions with no ill intentions. By far the most fun I’ve had watching a Red Sox loss, or any game in the Bronx.

Damon’s homer was the turning point, but the injury to Manny and subsequent poor excuse for an at bat by the becoming-rapidly-unlovable Eric Hinske and J.D. “Prozac” Drew were the crushing blows. We might as well award Joba the Hutt the ROY, Cy Young, and Gold Glove already; the way he’s revered by the aforementioned starry eyed fans. He is pretty nasty though.

It’s cute, watching a team fighting for the wild card give it their all in the first of a three game series. It’s odd, laughing off a late August loss to our heated rivals with a stoic “we’ll see you tomorrow night.”

Well, tomorrow has become today, and another old friend welcomes his former pals and the newest gunslinger on the block for game two.