Sox win 6-4, Yanks lose 22-4. Pret-ty, pret-ty, pret-ty good day. And remember that winning streak I wished for? We've now got the longest current one in the league. Granted, it's only 3 games. But we're out of last place! Woo proverbial hoo!

Tomorrow I go to Fenway with a friend who went to college in Boston over a decade ago and used to go to plenty of Sox games--but hasn't been to Fenway since '97! He is in for quite a few surprises.

Kapstein update! Okay, you may have noticed that Drinkwater has been at the games this year, but Kapstein hasn't. I have a theory. (And I know his father just died--but I don't see how that would make him miss five games, but you never know.) The front two rows behind the plate, when they were added, were built without a space for the aisle. In other words, the middle aisle goes down to row three, but when you reach that step, the seats in row two and one are essentially in the aisle. This year, I've noticed that on the normal centerfield camera angle, you have an unobstructed view of the steps. It's almost as if they extended that middle aisle all the way down to the fence when they redid the field boxes and the ground below. In which case, Kapstein's seat--literally--would be gone! Why they wouldn't just move him over one, I don't know. But I'll verify if the seat is gone tomorrow when I'm up there.

In the contest, four teams have 9, seven have 8. The bulk of teams are in the 7-8 category. The poor D-Backs are alone in the cellar with 5. This contest is really fun, because it's a total crap shoot. You're just hoping that your team does something it doesn't even know it's supposed to be doing. If they succeed, you feel they succeeded even if they lost their game, and if they fail, you're pissed at them even though they didn't do anything wrong.