Now remember, Comcast, we have a deal: I overlook the fact that you guys are bleeding me dry for sporadic internet service and movie channels that show “Max Dugan Returns” fifty times a week, and in return you provide me with unencumbered access to Red Sox games at the actual time they’re taking place. This is the second day in a row I’ve dragged my ass out of bed before sunlight hits my unshaved face, and I don’t want to have my dreams of breakfast with Remy and DO dashed because some knucklehead drove into a telephone pole three towns over.

So are we good? Are we clear?

Excellent. Domo Arigato.

It’s round two in Japan, folks. Lester’s on the hill and Coco’s in center, and still no sign of J.D. Drew. Play ball!