Was there anyone else who very quietly found themselves rooting for the Yankees yesterday, simply so that one of the Division Series would last more than three games? I found that happening in my head, although I didn’t dare say anything to Ms. Baseball about it. She’s better at sports grudge-keeping!

Now, I’d like Cleveland to end it so we can get on with the next round.

That being said, I shed no tears when Maxi-Me-Me-Me  reinjured his hammy while fielding Kenny Lofton’s bunt. Just go away now, Roger, and you’ll be in the Hall of Fame at age 50.

One more Cubs thought: As a longtime Cubs fan, by virtue of childhood geography, the thing that felt weird was that, after the Game 1 nonsense with Zambrano, I really didn’t care what happened.

I watched Game 2 with half interest, and even thought it was kind of funny when Ted Lilly did his glove-slam after giving up that three-run homer. About three innings into Game 3, we decided it was a better night to go out for supper than watch a team with a condescending and overrated manager who’d taken away his team’s best chance to win — and offered sneering responses to questions after the fact. That, along with a Twins-like tendency for double-play grounders, was a pretty alienating combination.

I understand why people who don’t have any Chicago in ‘em can’t feel the love.

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