Beaten to death today on talk radio, blogs, and in the casinos, but still irks the ever-lovin’ piss outta me:

The Yankees watched the end of Schilling’s game in the clubhouse Thursday afternoon. When Shannon Stewart broke up the no-hitter, the room erupted in cheers, players bursting from their seats and shouting.

Just the kinda stuff that makes me wish to see Jorge Posada take a 98-mph heater to the funny parts.

Anyway, I’ll settle for watching Beckett dismantle the Arizona Diamondbacks. Starting… now!

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