First off, I hate holidays. Second off, this past week already made me good and miserable with the way Opening Week went in MLB. I pretty much got my arse handed to me in nearly every position. By 'Good Friday' nothing was good anymore. The Yankees were on their way to getting swept, fans in Miami were welcomed into their new stadium with a loss, and Boston's pitching rotation looked about as horrible as it possibly could have. By Sunday I was in no mood for Easter or crap baseball, and I ended up running over the neighbors rabbit. It wasn't intentional. Happy Easter?