A full day of conventioneering, during which I missed Matsui's slammy and Pettitte's return from his should-have-been-a-debacle had it not been for the Yankees' three separate comebacks last Saturday.
And speaking of comebacks . . .
Anyone catch the Celtics-Lakers?
I did, at the end of the day, in a cigar bar on Kirby Drive, and spent the second half high-fiving the Chowderhead sitting behind me until my palms nearly bled.
At one point we were admonished by the bartender: "Hey, calm down guys, this ain't no f------ wing house!"
I had thought about going home at halftime, but I stayed to watch it all, and now I feel wicked smaht.