Something tells me beating Roy Halladay in August is somewhat akin to getting par on number 12 on Sunday at Augusta.
You know what I'm talking about. Sunday at the Master's, at The Greatest Par Three Hole On Earth, the flag is back and to the right.
Everyone in contention knows how to play No. 12.
You hit what passes for the fat part of the green. You two-putt for par. You pick up your ball and run to No. 13.
I followed tonight's game courtesy of the manual scoreboard at Minute Maid. 2-1 against Halladay for the longest time.
Then 4-1. Then 4-3. Then 5-3 with Rivera warming up.
Well, well played, Pettitte. A win over Halladay, just good enough to beat him.
Now we run toward tomorrow.
Hey, great title for a Lifetime movie: "Run Toward Tomorrow."
Do what you need to do and run toward tomorrow.