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It really seemed like a good idea at the time. Derek Jeter was just 6 hits away from 3,000 and he got hurt. I checked the schedule, did some math and figured out that he would get the big hit last night. Except the old man didn't heal quite as quickly as I expected so he was still six short heading into last night.

The other thing I didn't figure was that this old man can't work 9 hours, drive 4 hours, watch a 3.5 hour game and then drive home 4 hours, and get up after 3.5 hours and work another 9.

But you know what?

It was worth it.

Check the photos above. The big lug is going to college in two months. The middle lug doesn't like the Yankees so with them winning big, he was shut all the hell the way up, and the little lug loves the Yanks so he was thrilled. Momma bear is tired today too, but she was in a great mood for a poor lady who has to spend all free time and a lot of disposable income at baseball stadiums...but she did comment on A-Rod and Jeter's glute muscles.

And what was worth it was that we made memories. We didn't see Jeter get his 3,000th hit but we saw him get #'s 2,995 and 2,996. We also watched a home run land about twenty feet away, and we shared some laughs as we drove.

Kathy sang nearly all of the 1980's songs on the radio.

If you've never heard her angelic voice do AC/DC you're really missing out.

In the middle of a tight construction zone, with a jersey barrier on one side of me, a semi-tractor-trailer on the other, and wild curves in the road, my beautiful wife asked me what I would be up to the next day.

"I'm a little busy to shoot the shit right now," I mentioned.

As we headed towards the car on an 85 degree night I thought it might be a good idea to grab a bottle of water for the road.

"They charge $4.50 at the stadium," she said.

80 miles later, I would have paid a grand for a bottle of water. I may have mentioned that bit of logic a half dozen or so times.

But that's what it's all about. Listening to the boys bicker and make each other laugh in the backseat. Suffereing all the next day, but still getting up and getting our work done.

Life itself.

And the Yanks won big.

Don't call me tonight.

I'll be sleeping.

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