We’ll take a win, because winning is nice and we like it. Especially when it’s fueled exclusively by home runs by Papi, Tek and Scenic Lowell. But, man, this interleague stuff still kills me. Because every time I see a ground ball hit toward Ortiz at first, I keep visualizing that giant body lurching awkwardly, spinning magnificently, and then dropping to the ground like a collapsed building. One pulled muscle could make this the longest summer ever.