Do you know the book, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day ? It is a kid's book. The title tells it all. First of all, I get a flat tire on my way to help a guy move. My spare was flat too. Yeah, my fault. So I park my car, grabbed a taxi, get my spare fixed, and help my friend. Popped on the subway back to my car. I was parked too long when I got back there. Got two tickets. Helping the guy move. That's cool, but all day up and down stairs carrying boxes. Man, I'm not as young as I was. My back hurts, my arms are sore, and my left calf thinks it needs a massage. My calf is wrong. My whole body needs a massage. Meanwhile, never talk baseball. Damn, I love baseball. I watch every game I can. I played a lot when I was little, and love tossing it around now. So I talk a little ball with my friend in Detroit. A few e-mails and he gives me shit for asking about Justin Verlander. I grew up in Detroit. Love the Tigers. I like the Yankees too. Verlander...