What a Weekend!

I don't remember the last weekend that was as good as this one. Friday: 7-6 Red Sox; Saturday: 7-5 Red Sox; Sunday: 7-6 Red Sox. Oh, by the way, the losers in each of those games: the New York Yankees!
Sunday was the capper. The script read a bit differently than it played out. Daisuke Matsuzaka was making his first start against the hated eternal rivals. He was supposed to win a taut, tense 1-0 shutout. Didn't work that way. In fact, he trailed going into the bottom of the third, 3-0. Then, the ghost of Ted Williams (head intact) reached down and touched the bats. After Youk and Papi went quickly (6 pitches total) and quietly (easy flyouts to Abreu and Cabrera) to Yankees' ace, Chase Wright (Chase Wright?), Manny blasted his second home run of the season onto the Mass Turnpike. And then JD Drew visited Williamsburg's outer suburb. And then Mike Lowell drove the Turnpike. And then The Captain continued his awakening by bombing the back row of the Monster Seats. Four batters; four home runs. Not done since the Dodgers' bottom of the ninth performance late last season. Not done against one pitcher since Terry Francona's dad, Tito I, participated as a Cleveland Indian in 1963. Poor Paul Foytek. He gets remembered once in the 18 years of Sunday Night Baseball on the Worldwide Leader, and it's for giving up Back-to-back-to-back-to-back homers. To a group of immortals like the aforementioned Tito Francona, pitcher Pedro Ramos (yes, boys and girls, the American League used to play real baseball!), Woodie Held and Larry Brown. But at least Brown went on the be a fairly successful basketball coach. Or maybe that's a different guy.
Anyway, the Yankees Sucked, and I thoroughly enjoyed it!
Results: the Red Sox are 12-5; the Yankees are 8-9. And all is well in God's universe!
At least until next weekend at the Stadium.