Jesus Lord,

If there's any more baseball drama this year I'm pretty sure all the inhabitants of the Somerville Rock House will have aneurysms and keel over stone cold dead. Last night there was more screaming in my living room than in all the Nightmare on Elm Street Movies combined. Dag.

I also learned things about my friends last night. Important things, like when they're cursing out Jorge Posada where they choose to put the F and A components. P-Diddy Lang like to get an F in first, followed by an A and then an S. Brendo Frendo, on the other hand, is the exact opposite. Myself, I like to shake it up, start with a non-curse word like "stupid" then follow up with a long string of non-sequiter expletives. I also like to, when in the company of men, throw in the dreaded C word. It's coarse but it works.

Finally, I actually learned things about the Yankees as a team. According to my much more baseball savvy roommates, an astonishing number of the Yankees, a team I always thought was pretty skilled, actually suck and have mothers who are prostitutes. Who knew?