Location, location, location

Like in real estate, if you rely on your fastball only, location is key, and right now, Josh Beckett would not get fat being a realtor...

What in de hell is going on with his fastball?!?

What are the pitching coaches doing?

Dagnabbit!

Here we go again....

I know it's 19 games per year, but I must admit I sometimes struggle to get the same emotion up for each Red Sox-Yankees series this time of the year, as it seems there's one every week. At least this is the last one until mid-august, and if there ever was a time to take on the Yanks, this is one.

Jeter might miss the series with a sore hand, Giambi's feeling the effects of 5 years of abuse (did I write that?:)), Matsui's gone for the season, Sheffield's wrist won't heal, the Unit's realised the AL post the 40s is not as fun, etc, etc. I could go on ad nauseum.

Still, we've got Beckett going up against the only reliable starter the Yanks have, Moose, so I'll stay tuned this time.

On the youngster note, I can't wait for Lester to make his debut this weekend against the Rangers...

Fizzled rocket

I don't always agree with Bob Ryan, especially when he fills in on PTI, but this is one of his better articles about what could have been...

The only sliver of hope is that the 'Stros collapse and they offer Roger up in the trade deadline, but that's probably as likely as me being Jessica Alba's date to the MTV Movie Awards...

Reality

Although I, and others like me, regard sports as one of the more important things in life, sometimes you stumble upon something that puts everything into perspective.

For a dose of reality, I wholeheartedly recommend reading through the vastly more eloquent and gripping writings of Anya, also known as Wandering Scribe.

Sometimes the safety net is more holes than net.