John Roberts gets confirmed. Judy Miller gets sprung. Scooter Libby is brewing coffee for the media horde camped out in his front yard. Tom DeLay, Learlike, is watching his children fight over his kingdom (does that make Roy Blunt Regan or Cordelia?). POTUS may toss another nominee into the mix this afternoon (note to conservatives: Larry Thompson would be a fantastic choice).
None of this matters.
Yankees. Red Sox. Fenway for 3 with a potential (and maybe gut wrenchingly inevitable?) tie-breaker at the Stadium on Monday.
Pass the anti-anxiety meds. My children are already gearing up for another round of “Daddy, you’re scaring us.”
Game on! Go Yanks.