It is a miserable day outside, all rainy and cold. I have my little cube heater going in my office at work. The first thing I did when I woke up this morning was check to see if the Dodgers and Braves ever finished their game last night (when I went to sleep the game was in a rain delay with LA up 4-1 in the second, and Vin Scully wasn't to hopeful), and was gratified to see that the boys in blue had gone on to a 5-4 win. Then I started looking at the results from other games. When I came to the Yankees-A's box, I was stopped dead in my tracks by something that just didn't make a lick of sense to me. Who the frell is Scott Proctor, and why the frell was he pitching with the game on the line in the bottom of the ninth instead of Mariano Rivera? Apparently, I wasn't the only one for whom those questions came to mind, as both Catfish Stew and Bronx Banter demonstrate, and discuss far more lucidly than I can. I will note that Joe Torre should just remember that (at least for the Yanks), the answer to the question of life, the universe, and who should pitch in the ninth is always 42, which happens to be Rivera's number. Scott Proctor wears #43.