A personal note on the Red Sox weekend. Regardless of what happened to the team, I believe a success is to be claimed. Last night around 11:15 I find Littlest -- who came with me to the Friday night Twins blowout -- in front of the TV watching the Seattle-Minnesota game. It's the bottom of the eighth, and she tells me how the Twins failed to score in the top of the eighth, with excellent details. We sit together and watch Jesse Crain walk in the winning run.

She turns off the set almost before "Ball Four" is called, turns and says with disgust, "That's it. I'm going to play piano," something she is usually loathe to practice.

That's my daughter.