We're playing Boston? Oh.

I know, the greatest rivalry in sports. Yawn. It's April. Neither team is even in first place. It's exciting because TV said so. It's three out of 162 and it's April and it really doesn't mean much. My contrarian nature causes me, when I'm bombarded with media messages to the effect that this series is better than the previous Oakland one or the next Detroit one because it's the Red Sox and it's the greatest rivalry in sports and Bucky Dent and Curt Schilling and Aaron Boone, to lose interest completely, particularly when, as stated, it's three games in April. Three games that, looking back in August, I might be able to say "that series made a difference." But three games that, in April, are no more meaningful than three other games.

A Red Sox series before Memorial Day is a waste. It's about as exciting as a Mets series before the World Series. It's hyped to the point of absurdity, and while if the Red Sox never treated their Masshole fans to another win, I'd be glad, it's also really hard for a reasonable person to get that worked up about three games in April. These matchups should be scheduled later, so that they have more of a palpable impact on the standings and on the course of the season. Doing it in April is just...meh. 

On the other hand, the Yankees will make their first appearance in a ballpark with any shred of character so far this season. No matter how badly the Sox try to ruin Fenway, it'll still be less of a travesty than the Interactive Yankeetainment Experience.