4:25 PM -- When I lucked into my ticket to Yankee Stadium Tuesday night, courtesy of my sister, the imagination ran wild. But there's no way anybody could have foreseen a game that would deliver a Curt Schilling gem delivered with a sutured tendon, A-Rod girlie-slapping Bronson Arroyo, and a nail-biting appearance by Keith Foulke (well, okay, you could have imagined the last one).

And to all those statistical geniuses who said Game 7 was an impossibility: Yes, truth is stranger than fiction. The statistics are now reduced to a coin flip. I'll take that bet.

What's with the Irish tenor singing "God Bless America"? I wish I could have heard him in a different venue. It was like watching the Tosca Strings warm up the crowd at pro wrestling match. Also, not to be too picky, but did the trembling tenor mangle the lyrics?

More observations from hostile territory in the bleachers: The smirky guy wearing a Tom Brady jersey and a Boston Red Sox cap was pretty courageous to stand up on the benches and taunt the crowd. But it was also stuipid -- that's what gives the bleacher snapperheads a bad name.

Catcall of the evening: After Johnny Damon caught a routine fly ball in center field, a bleacher creature belched: "[Expletive] you, you Jesus freak."

How charming! I assume he was referring to Damon's long-flowing locks, rather than a second coming in Game 7?

— R. Scott Raynovich, US Editor, Light Reading