It’s me! It’s me!  Last night Jenn had a meeting and I was putting the girls to sleep (I was working on a few comedy bits — no, seriously).  Anyway, the girls went to sleep about 9pm, maybe a few minutes before.  I turn on the T.V. right at the point of Hairston’s error.  At first I thought it was A-Rod (and about to get mad) but then saw “17″ on the back and thought otherwise.  Then I saw the graphics (remember – no sound, the girls just went to bed).  And saw the zero under the “hits” column.  I said to myself: “OMG!”  Perfect game!  Anyway, then I thought, “he still has a ……” went the next batter promptly got a basehit.  My fault.  Sorry, Andy. 

Andy has been on a roll.  Nice job in the second half.  These geezers are going to really make things difficult in the winter (Damon, Matsui and Pettitte) but let’s face it: Don’t think – you can only hurt the ballclub.  Let’s just enjoy the ride for now and allow those decisions to sort themselves out in the off-season. 

By the way, what’s all the hububb about September 27?  Nobody thought that game might be moved to the night?  I know it’s Yom Kippur, but if you’re inclined to observe the holiday and it religious implication is important to you - then I suspect that you just observe the holiday and let the rest of the world do what it’s going to do.  Isn’t that the point of Yom Kippur?  To stop, genuflect and let the rest of the world pass you by? 

Not too much going wrong with the team lately.  Except for the new “Joba rules,” I’ve never seen such a plan.  Joba is the most “babied” pitcher in the history of the major leagues!  Let me see…..  his arm won’t fall off if he pitches 150 innings, but if he pitches 160 innings, better get the duct tape ready!  Come on!