Sorry for the scare, folks, Blogger was acting goofy yesterday. Well, what news? Many of you know that Bizzleburp's Daddy is a huge Red Sox fan. Wednesday night's events had Daddy on quite a roller coaster. Imagine the man's joy to realize that his child will be born into a world where the Sox have the American League pennant, and at the expense of the dreaded Yankees, no less. But then... oh, ladies and gentlemen, the mood swings of a hormonally-crazed pregnant woman are penny-carnival sideshows compared to the nanoseconds between orbital euphoria and soul-crushing despair that a victorious Red Sox fan experiences. "Oh, God, they're just gonna break our hearts, I know it!" he shouts, after dancing around the room and trying to decide among Derek Lowe, David Ortiz, Curt Schilling and Johnny Damon as the namesake for our wee Bizzleburp. Me, I'm favoring "Damon" as a name right now, since it would be easier to make gender-neutral in case Biz is all X chromosomes. And the grand slam home run was pretty schweeeeeet.