A win is a win

It would be hard to envision a less compelling game of baseball. It was ordinary from start to finish, played in a cavernous, soulless bowl, the inner part of which was composed of empty seats, calculated to dissipate the noise from what crowd there is directly upward into the atmosphere so you wouldn't know it even if the place were packed.

This was, owing to my ridiculous working hours of late, the first Yankee home game of the year that I've actually had a chance to watch. And while it was an unremarkable game, played in a setting remarkable only in its unfulfilled hype, it was a strong outing for Andy Pettitte, and, ultimately, a win for the home(less) team. And that can't be bad, can it?