I am grateful that I will be getting plenty of sleep this summer. You see, my favorite team, the Red Sox, are playing so horribly, I am not going to be tempted to stay up late to follow the games. So if it’s, say, a Wednesday night, and the game is close in the 7th inning, who cares? Good night, boys. I’ll be well-rested when I read the score in the morning—or maybe not. At this point, again, who cares?