Rays win. Again. How does that taste, Sux fans? Now get the hell out of our sorry-ass stadium. It's a long trip back to Boston. What? Oh, right. It's a long trip back to St Pete Beach. Mystifying there's still an attendance issue. But that's not important right now.

The term "sweep" has been overused so I'll refrain from diluting the significance of the division series with simplistic terminology. Psyche. S-W-E-E-P, sweep, sweep, sweep! The look on the faces of those fat pale ignorant losers in red waddling out of the Trop is an indescribably beautiful sight to behold and cherish. Anecdote of the game: My buddy Joe met an obnoxious couple decked out Sux gear. Both were from Lakeland. Originally. Never saw the inside of Logan Airport, let alone Fenway. What's wrong with this picture besides everything? I defer to the 5th line of Take me out to the ballgame.

That's five wins in a row for those of you scoring at home. And if you're one of them, I suggest you get out of the house more. Two things to ponder: One, knuckle-ballers are just plain weird looking and two, Matt Garza, who usually needs and inning to shake off the jitters, was closing because why now? Bring on Cleveland, the aromatic equivalence of a parking garage stairway. Mmmm, urine-y.

This article appears in Jul 8-14, 2010.