Don’t mean to infringe on Kevin and Don’s territory, but….

The passing of Clete Boyer brings back fond memories of the first great teams I was aware of: the Yankees of the early 60’s. What an infield: Moose Skowron, Bobby Richardson, Tony Kubek and Clete Boyer. For that matter, what an outfield and what a pitching staff. (Yes, this is a born and bred Red Sox fan writing. No, you don’t have to take my temperature.)
The Sox were stuck with the likes of Dick (Dr. Strangeglove) Stuart, Chuck Schilling and Eddie Bressoud for infielders. Frank Malzone gets a pass, because he could actually play. But Clete Boyer was right there with B. Robby when it came to flashing leather.

Leftover from the weekend: how come I don’t mind the Sox losing to Jeter and Rivera, but I hate to see them lose to A-Rod and Damon?

Clemens has a “fatigued groin”? You know there’s a filthy joke there, but I thought Dan Patrick put it best on ESPN Radio: shouldn’t that be A-Rod’s injury?

Speaking of ESPN, I co-emceed the American Heart Association gala over the weekend with Karl Ravech. We’ve met a few times, and I don’t know him very well. But you know what? When he’s anchoring “Baseball Tonight” I never change the station. The guy’s a good broadcaster (cablecaster?) who really knows his stuff.

Glad the Yanks and Sox aren’t playing again til August. You gotta save that emotion for when it really counts.

How about that Dustin Pedroia? Don’t you think he’d love to call WEEI and tell everybody to kiss his…uh…bat? Patience pays off, and if you listen to Boston sports radio enough, you’d think half the hosts and callers should get help. Immediately. Of course, my old friend Mike Adams has been in need of help since the day he was born. (Kidding, Mikey.) (Wait, no, I wasn’t.) Dale and Holley middays are the most thoughtful and rational of the bunch. The afternoon crew drove me back to WFAN, because they make Mike and the Mad Dog sound absolutely professorial. That is not a compliment.

For Kevin Nathan: the Mets. There. There’s a mention of the Mets. Though a Pedro-Schilling matchup in the World Series would be delicious.

It’s June 5th. Will someone please tell the NBA and NHL their seasons should have been over a month-and-a-half ago?
Cleveland-San Antonio. LeBron will get all the hype. (Is he not the oldest looking 22-year-old you ever saw?) But Duncan is pure gold. Cut from the cloth of the Russell-era Celtics. If only the ping-pong balls had bounced the right way. But that would have made Rick Pitino look good. Nah, he would have found a way to screw it up.

Game 5 of the Stanley Cup finals tomorrow night, right here on NBC 30. Pray for the Senators! If the Ducks win and there’s a long Stanley Cup ceremony…that blood-curdling scream you’ll hear is me…sitting on the set…waiting to do the late news.
Best case scenario: Senators win, game ends close to 11, then the Ducks wrap it up Saturday night. Sorry, Ms. Tarantal.

Finally, 2 weeks til the Travelers Championship. And for the first time (sorry, Canon and Buick), I’ll be really happy to say a sponsor’s name. It’s great to have a “local” company as the title sponsor, and I do believe this is the turning point for a most worthy tournament that’s had a few tough years. More on that coming up.
Pray for Philly Mick’s health. Kevin will have a baby if he pulls out.

And that’s sports…I’m Biff Brooks.