Six days to go until surgery. I veer wildly from wanting to get this over with to dreading the experience. Definitely leaning toward wanting to get this whole thing behind me, though.

Of course, there's nothing better than waking up in the morning to the sight of the $200 million New York Yankees tied for last place in the AL East. Yes, the Evil Empire is tied with the Devil Rays for the cellar. The Big Unit got beat by the D-Rays 6-2 last night, after the Yankees put up 13 in the 2nd inning and won 19-8 on Monday.

And of course, we all know what happened the last time the Yankees won a game 19-8. They didn't win a game for the rest of the year! (See 2004 ALCS Game 3.)

The Sox wasted a nice performance by Bronson Arroyo last night, who led Roy Halladay and the Blue Jays 3-1 when he left. Embree and Foulke kind of fell down on the job, though and the Sox ended up losing it in the 9th, 4-3. They did end up the homestand 6-2, so I can't complain too much. It would have been a nice one to have, though.

The highlight of the game had to be a massive homer by Manny Ramirez over the Green Monster light towers and out onto the train tracks next to the Mass Pike. It was as hard hit a ball as I've ever seen hit at Fenway.

R. finally got her cast off yesterday, and everyone is a lot happier for it. She still has to restrict her activity a bit for the next month (no running or jumping), but we feel like we've passed a major milestone in her recovery.

J. had his first baseball practice of the year yesterday, and it was successful by all accounts. He's in a coaches pitch league this year, after playing T-ball last year. The first game of the season is on Friday.

J. is also going to experience a milestone tomorrow - his first professional baseball game without Dad! He's going on a trip to the Pawsox with the town YMCA tomorrow for a noon game against the Syracuse SkyChiefs. I can't wait to hear his reaction.