Josh Q. Public: You've lost that lovin' feeling. Whoa, that lovin' feeling. You've lost that lovin' feeling. Now it's gone...gone...gone...wooooooh. -Righteous Brothers.
Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go! Like my main man Bob Dylan always says: The carpet too, is moving under you. It's all over, Baby Blue. Yes, it's all over Baby Blue. Greer is putting the ball into play. He gets it out deep. Havlicek steals it. Over to Sam Jones. Havlicek stole the ball! It's all over! Johnny Havlicek stole the ball! Yes, it's all over Yankees fans. Johnny Havlicek stole the ball. I don't care what happens this week-end. It's all over. Now there's a steal by Bird! Underneath to DJ who lays it in!! Right at one second left! What a play by Bird! Bird stole the inbounding pass, laid it up to DJ, and DJ laid it up and in, and Boston has a one-point lead with one second left! Boston actually has a thirteen and a half game lead with a lot of baseball left. But I don't care. This ain't the Bucky bleepin' Dent Yankees. There's no Louisiana Lightnin' around. This ain't the Aaron bleepin' Boone Yankees. This a different breed of Yankees altogether. A softer breed. A gentler breed. The times they are-a-changin'. This is the A-Broad Yankees. This is the Giambi Juice Yankees. Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king's horses and all the king's men, could not put Humpty Dumpty together again. Roger Clemens can't put Humpty Dumpty together again. Derek Jeter can't put Humpty Dumpty together again. Hip Hip Jorge can't put Humpty Dumpty together again. Joe Torre can't put Humpty Dumpty together again. Not against these Red Sox. These juggernaut Red Sox. These Red Hot Red Sox. My gal is red hot. Your gal ain't doodley squat! Yeah! My gal is red hot. Your gal ain't doodley squat. Well she ain't got money, but man she's really got a lot. Mike Lowell is Red Hot. A-Broad ain't doodley squat. Kevin Youkilis is Red Hot. Jason Giambi ain't doodley squat. Boom Boom Beckett is Red Hot. Mike Mussina ain't doodley squat. Jon Papelbon is Red Hot. Big Mo ain't doodley squat. So bring out the brooms****. It's time to sweep those summertime blues away. Well I'm gonna raise a fuss and I'm gonna raise a holler. Sunday, Monday, Happy Days. Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days. Thursday, Friday, Happy Days. The weekend comes, my cycle hums. Ready to race to you. Roll Sox roll!
Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!