1. Though rooting for the Yankees would make me a fourth generation fan, this past week I couldn’t help but secretly pull for the BoSox, in the hopes that their come-from-behind win would presage a similar Kerry performance.

2. Also, as nearly every excellent Miramax employee I know has recently been laid off, I’ve been mentally comparing the company’s antics to those of the Cleveland Indians in the so-bad-it’s-almost-good film classic Major League. For those who’ve (luckily) forgotten the plot of the film, it essentially revolves around the evil owner’s attempt to make the team abominable enough that it falls below its minimum attendance obligation, and can therefore move to a new, warmer and more profitable Florida location. I’m entirely convinced Harvey’s similarly running his company into the ground, either out of spite, or to push the value down far enough that he can buy it back from Disney, and start running things again on his own terms.

In other words, fan or not, it’s pretty clear that baseball explains the entire world.