I Can Barely Recall, But It's All Coming Back to Me Now

Yeah, you're damn right I'm quoting Celine Dion*. And I just don't care. Suddenly, Papi is Papi again, swatting home runs, pulling up his team by the bootstraps and stomping like Godzilla, and I couldn't be happier. Sure, the guy's still hitting a lackluster .219 on the season, but, as today's Globe points out, he's got a .357 average since June 6 and is starting to deliver those "Papi moments" with alarming regularity. More importantly, his three-run jack last during last night's game against the Nationals helped put us on top for good.Meanwhile, the Sox barely missed a Spinal Tap-like tragedy in the second when Elijah Dukes went all vampire hunter, shattering his bat on a ground ball and sending a wooden stake (in the form of the sharp-ass bat head) flying out toward Nick Green, who came thisclose to getting speared. The replays of Green jerking his body away from the bat, saving his noggin by deflecting it with his forearm, looked like so...